Seems like every bar these days is decked out to appear as though you stepped into a 19th century saloon. With their moustaches, suspenders and bespoke tweeds, even the bartenders get into the act. Drinks seem to take 20 minutes to make, given that the juices are freshly pressed and mint muddled to order. All ice cubes possess precise 90 degree angles. And this is no doubt fun. But sometimes, you just want beer, a simple bourbon or a vodka-soda-lime. And you want it fast and without pretense in a place that is fully comfortable in its skin. For those times, pretty much the only place that will do is the Brooklyn Inn.The Brooklyn Inn doesn’t need to masquerade as a saloon from the turn of the century… because it actually is! The only thing imported in this place is the gargantuan carved wooden bar, but that was brought over from Germany in the 1870’s. With it’s super-high tin ceilings, stained glass windows, creaky floors and mahogany wood carvings, having a pint at the Inn feels like quasi-religious experience. But I’m fairly certain you won’t find the kick-ass juke box and pool table at church the way you will at the Inn. We also love that the bartenders aren’t afraid to offer up a buy-back if you’re a few rounds in, so be sure to tip well and remember it’s cash only. Cash only, but bullshit free.
Time to go out in the evening and be adults again! It’s always nice to have a conversation over drinks with your spouse that doesn’t involve legos and princesses, so last night Courtney and I went to longtime neighborhood staple Bar Tabac. It’s the same group who run Jules Bistro in the city, which is another terrific bistro you should try (if you haven’t already.)We’ve been to Tabac for brunch many times (its a good live jazz brunch – but skip the bloodies) but never for dinner. We decided to give it a nighttime go because we saw online that Stephane Wrembel was playing there. You may remember him from when we went to Fada, in Williamsburg… I swear we’re not stalkers. The music is just so damn good. Take my word for it and please go see him live!
108 Wykoff Street. No filter!
The folks at Mile End have been wowing taste buds in Boerum Hill since late 2009 with their incredible (and incredibly priced) Montreal-style smoked meat sandwiches. In May, they hopped over the river and opened a spinoffon Bond Street in Noho.
A serious danger to my health as it is on my route to the office every morning, Mile End Sandwichis open for breakfast. It has sucked me in twice in the last week with their preposterously good Breakfast Burger.
That’s a veal sausage patty with a sunny-side-up fried egg, cheddar cheese, apple butter and maple syrup on an English muffin…a wonderfully gooey and heart-stopping combination. In the interest of at least appearing that I try to stay healthy, I had their surprisingly crisp and tasty celery soda to wash it down. Madness for the mouth!
It’s so amazing when you feel like you’re the first one to see something new, and Lulu, I, and, shockingly, Lesa (Mommy), felt like we were the first ones to see the newly opened stretch of the East River Park at Corlears Hook this morning.
First off, the city hired some amazingly thoughtful landscape designers to clean up this underused park with a very interesting history. Everything from the teak railing to the stone pavers to the indigenous foliage is just perfect. Second, the geography of the hook gives you the most incredible slow and wonderful reveal of the Brooklyn Navy Yard, both sides of the East River shore lines, and Manhattan and Brooklyn Bridges. Seriously, get on your feet, bike, blades, or wheelchair to check out this fantastically renovated and newly re-opened part of the park. Really great!
So we headed over the Brooklyn Bridge and, on Jesse’s recommendation, went to Rucola. I had the pork sandwich. Oh, Lord it was good. Cravable. Ridiculous. That place is getting the very well deserved shout out TWICE today. Go!
Tried Boerum Hill spot Rucola for brunch this past weekend. If you haven’t been, you should – it’s a beautiful restaurant with a great vibe. It has what seems like requisite nouveau-Brooklyn decor (reclaimed wood, Edison bulbs, exposed brick, wrought iron, etc.) but to their credit it feels really effortless and natural. The food was simple and delicious: Courtney and I both had the slow roasted pulled pork sandwich, particularly notable for the nice combination of hot peppers & pickled green tomatoes. So you get that delicious rich fatty taste of the pork cut by the briney, spicy and crunchy vegetables. We were digging it. Definitely warrants a return trip… next time, for dinner!