Hey all in the neighborhood, On Gothamist I came across this flyer for a delicious sounding winter BBQ at Flatbush Farm (on St. Marks next to Flatbush Ave.) on Sunday. Classy.
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OK, the title is not quite accurate, but I’m a sucker for alliteration. The school in question is NOT a madrassa. It is a public, secular school. As you may know, in NYC there are these things called New Visions High Schools – they are small schools with at least one comunity partner – non-profit [...]
What kind of sauces are you basting the contents of your grill this summer with? Beer? Apple Juice? The liquefied remains of two certain blonde sisters recently featured in this here blog? So many questions, yet so little chimichurri. Yes, chimichurri. Its that bright and herby green sauce from Argentina that miraculously finds its way [...]
What kind of sauces are you basting the contents of your grill this summer with? Beer? Apple Juice? The liquefied remains of two certain blonde sisters recently featured in this here blog? So many questions, yet so little chimichurri. Yes, chimichurri. Its that bright and herby green sauce from Argentina that miraculously finds its way [...]
I am no longer outraged. Paris Hilton is back in jail. Praise the Lord.
Or A First Cooking Installment for the Brooklyn Skeptic Pasta is a damn satisfying thing if you take 3 hours to make a five meat ragu, but when you’re looking for a quick homespun meal, its pretty sweet how fast you can get an authentic, gourmet-looking Italian creation together. I was watching Lidia Bastianich on [...]
I missed last night’s debate, and while I wait to try to find a transcript, I’ve got the New York Times to give me a summary. It certainly doesn’t sound like I missed much. Obama and Clinton played it cool with each other. Biden didn’t say much of anything (although, despite the number of [...]
I joined the American Poolplayers Association last season for a weekly 8-ball tournament. Each Monday I join my teammates at either our home bar, Park Slope Billiards, or another bar in the Park Slope/BoCoCa/Red Hook areas. One bar that I have been to several times, both for league play and socially, is B61. Named after the
I thought that probably the best chance of getting my face smacked would be in an argument with a greasy Bay Ridger at some dank-ass bar, deep in Red Hook. Turns out I only had to venture a couple blocks into a quaint residential neighborhood for the bum ticker to get it on. I should [...]