I just returned from a whirlwind trip to Brooklyn for the weekend. I wore headphones on the car ride down because the salty Vermont roads created a piercingly squeaky wheel that was head-splittingly annoying at all speeds with the exception of less than 3 mph and a slight lull at about 27. This didn’t leave me with much to work with. I managed to turn a lot of heads as I buzzed through the rest areas. I brought the old girl through a carwash in NJ on the way home—peace was reinstated for the trek home.
In a manner consistant with all good visits to BK, I ate great food in excessive quantities, shared in fine spirits with friends, and toured the town by foot. I even bought a vinyl record for Carey, and let my hair look a bit tussled (but not dirty) like a good hipster.
[Dinner at Dressler. Lamb shanks and pork bellies. Pinot Noir, old world and new. We took advantage of the corkage fee and brought our own.]
[‘Stop Consuming Animals’]
[Quail eggs and duck eggs in straw. This is how a true BK hipster would go about egging a car.]
[Sidewalk art. I photographed this one and pooped on the Che one.]
[First outdoor beer of the year. Berry Park, BK]
[Roberta’s Pizza. The best brick oven ‘za I’ve had in my life.]
Thanks Matt, Casey, and Beth!