Tag Archives: Brooklyn

Snapshot of Saturday Night

22 Mar

Maison Premiere. Bar / Oysters.

Bedford Avenue Brooklyn.


Travels in the Boroughs

18 Jan

During the last few days, I’ve ventured to certain areas in the boroughs that I’ve previously never been to: Williamsburg and Flushing.

Thursday night, I accompanied my friend to her work dinner party at the restaurant Cubana Socíal in Williamsburg. As soon as I crossed the threshold, I fell in love with the ambiance of the place. I felt like I was in 1930’s Havana due to the dark wood contrasting with cream walls, dim lighting and the talented guitarists playing in the middle of the space.  I really enjoy the feeling of being transported to another place in time, especially when it coincides with delicious food.

We sampled almost everything on the menu, but the standout for me was the kale and avocado salad. When I’ve made kale at home, I’ve never really loved the taste of it but this salad is converting me. I have plans to go back and enjoy it this summer at Cubana Socíal, when the doors are opened and summer air fills the place.


Sunday morning I did something that several of my friends used to do every Sunday morning while we were in high school. I even texted one of them this Sunday to state, “guess what I did!”

I went….for dim sum.

My boyfriend and I drove in, found parking, and then waited in a throng of people in the stairwell of the restaurant. The hostess called out numbers, and once we heard ours we were able to scale the stairs and enter the filled restaurant. This is where my culinary tale becomes scant on fact, for I cannot actually tell you the names of anything I ate.

We didn’t order off a menu, just pointed to steamer baskets on the constantly passing carts. I didn’t question it; I just drank an entire pot of tea, had a fantastic time, and consumed everything.

Everything that is, except for the chicken feet.



19 May

I’m a planner. There is absolutely no denying that. I have several google calendars going, besides a filofax that lies right next to my computer which I constantly refer to. As well as the traditional wall calendar.  When I make plans with friends, I normally decide upon the restaurant or outing at least two days in advance.

I’m working on not having my life planned out to the last second, accepting random changes in previously established plans or  going along with spontaneously occurring ones. So when I received a text at 4:30 in the afternoon on Monday from my boyfriend asking if I would like to go to Brooklyn that night at 7:00, I can’t lie. My first thought was “oh…but I totally didn’t know about this in advance!” Quickly followed by “Brooklyn? Yes!”

We just walked along the promenade in Brooklyn Heights, looking at the skyline. A new park /green way was under construction below, and it will be another fantastic area for biking or running. Our walk was followed by dinner at a Thai restaurant at around 9:30.

Lantern Thai , located at 101 Montague St, definitely gets good marks for atmosphere and friendly service. Because Monday night we actually had decent weather again, we were able to grab a table outside on the sidewalk. I had actually already eaten dinner that evening, so instead of having a second dinner, I ordered an appetizer to go along with my Sapporo. The virgin rolls were filled with spinach, sprouts and a tiny amount of tofu and avocado. The best part was the accompanying honey citrus sauce.

Spontaneity is totally a good thing.

9 Feb


Freddy’s Bar  and Backroom in Brooklyn ( 485 Dean St) is the epitome of an awesome dive bar. First off, it’s a convenient 5 minute walk from Flatbush Ave train station which is especially handy when you’re faced with frigid weather. The name has worn off the awning, all that’s left is a slight trace of several letters.  Upon entering you’re faced with an extremely eclectic mix of items hung on the walls that in no way seems prepackaged, you know that they’ve been accumulated randomly over time. For example, the swordfish above my party’s booth had handcuffs hanging from its nose and was located next to a precariously balanced lamp. Posters protesting a specific British banking institution were taped up all over the walls, and the tv plays a random assortment of images.  The booths and bar are made of dark wood, of the build that signify “bar”.

A newer addition to the bar is the heavy chain strung along it, which patrons will apparently be chaining themselves to in protest on the day the bar is finally tore down for the Atlantic Yards project. The beer selection, both draft and bottled, is listed above the bar. It’s not incredibly extensive, but in a world of bars boasting over 120 beer choices, this simplicity of choice is a relief.

The backroom is where the the bands are, the saturday night I was there at least 4 were scheduled to play. On this night I wasn’t focused on hearing any bands, but I did see a few minutes of two performances (descriptions from Freddy’s website) :

-9:00 The Debutante Hour, new-fangled, old-fashioned music from the Brooklyn-based accordion/cello and hobo drumming power trio.

-10:00 Guignol, raucous, theatrical, spastic and melodramatic soundtrack for singing grifters, murderous marionettes, and grease-painted gutterballs. It’s an oom-pah wedding, squealing and lyrical, that hits like punk rockers and sings like a gypsy camp.

(My friend affectionately referred to the 10:00 band as the Star Wars Cantina band).

There’s never a cover and though credit cards aren’t accepted, there’s an atm across the street. Freddy’s is one of the few bars I’m willing to visit over and over again, and even travel by train to get to.

The Bar