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brooklyn crews and microbrews

For some reason living in NYC has never appealed to me. I guess the convenience of it's proximity suited me fine for all my years out east. It was always easily accessible and I ventured in for field trips, broadway shows, holiday shopping, etc. To me, the thrill of going into the city is equal to the relief of leaving it. It's tiresome to me to live life with horse blinders on, which is the only way I function in NYC. BUT, if opportunity ever led me to the five boroughs I would probably call Brooklyn home. Although it's terribly trendy right now with the indie cultural explosion, I suppose it's fair to say I buy into the allure of rubbing elbows with the young and creative.

Predictably, NYC has become more of a novelty to me now that it's less accessible, so it was a real treat to visit Sarah and Joanna in Brooklyn after my week in Jersey with the fam. After picking up a rental just outside of Newark where the Budget Rep. ("That's Raheem with two E's") tried to sell me his version of the American Gangster tale after flirting out the fact that I'm a journalism major, I hopped into my Chevy Cobalt and drove northeast. I was making excellent time until I crossed into Manhattan and it took me at least twenty minutes to inch down Canal St. to the Manhattan Bridge and into Brooklyn. Sitting in traffic, I couldn't help but think of the day I borrowed money from my mother to take the train into the city with Coby to buy fake IDs on Canal. So legit.

canal street


I parked in front of Sarah and Joanna's building, a three story house broken into apartments. It was small and rough on the exterior, but quaint and full of character. They had moved in just days before my arrival and already suitably declared it the "slanty shanty." I plopped myself in their kitchen to decompress from the road and listen to Joanna recollect her Coney Island experience on the previous night. She was hilariously animated, impersonating crack heads and double fisting a Heineken along with her own coffee mud slush creation. I chugged down some water, brushed off my exhaustion and got ready to go to their friend's Brew-BQ in Williamsburg.

Sarah, Joanna and I all went to MCLA together, but somehow never really hung out. I don't really understand how that's possible in a school of 1,500 kids, so I blame ex-boyfriends and the unfortunate abundance of drama fueled cliques. Fortunately, by the powers of modern networking we've managed to stay intouch and marvel at one another's brilliance while kicking ourselves in the ass for not hanging out in the micro-universe of North Adams, MA.

We took the subway over and as I watched the tunnels blur by I considered whether I could ever live in NYC. I like the idea of city living, with all it's conveniences and public transportation. It seems much more sophisticated with such a beautiful skyline and that self-empowering effect of being an anonymous city-dweller. But I know I'd have to live in a picturesque area super close to a park to avoid claustrophobia and panic attacks, and that's just unrealistically expensive and not happening anytime soon. I guess that's why Philadelphia still has such a warm spot in my heart, it's much more tangible.

Williamsburg is like a little hipster mecca. I guess at one point it was super affordable and attracted young creative artist-types. It still has that aura, but to my understanding the prices are on par with Manhattan these days. The neighborhood is really cute and you can tell a lot of money goes into the upkeep to keep the details fine tuned.



There was a wonderful assortment of microbrews the guys had personally made, awesome shish kabobs, and bbq side dishes. All the ingredients for a good Labor Day, hands down. After drowning my liver in Bud Lite and the like in high school, I gained a reputation as a beer snob in college, and while finances have influenced me to keep it real so to speak, I can't help that I like good beer. Needless to say, I was really happy to taste and talk about their creations.




1 comments:

sarahspy said...

thanks for representin' brooklyn proudly. even if you could never settle down there, it's nice to know we're holding a soft little spot in your HEART. ;)