One Foot Out the Door . . . a cautious guide to commitment

Life in Brooklyn

Last night a craving for nachos led me to the neighborhood pub where tho lively and well-populated, there was plenty of room at the bar. The most connected guy in Brooklyn sat down next to me and I soon learned the nearest place to buy organic produce (I never would have found it on my own), where I can get a community garden plot, that the Ft. Greene food co-op is ready to go as soon as it finds a space (please let it be within one block of me), the bar across the street is rough, and the coffeehouse most like Farley's in SF used to be is Outpost on Fulton. The nachos were good too.

I'm still getting my feet on the ground here in my new neighborhood, which is packed with small businesses where everyone is friendly and the person behind the counter is likely the owner herself. The cashier at the above-referenced grocery store tried to talk me out of the organic produce I had walked 8 blocks to purchase. "Why you buy that at $5.99? You get the same thing for $1.99 on special today. As far as I'm concerned that is just over-priced!"

It was a lovely walk down the brownstone-lined St. James Place. Breakfast today on Myrtle was a delicious waffle with real maple syrup and scrambled eggs for $9 (it compares to french toast at the French Roast in the West Village, where for $17 you get a big helping of indifference). Next door is a tiny yoga studio where I can do Pilates on Saturday and Iyengar yoga on Sunday. It's as if I woke up and found myself transported to Bernal Heights in SF (except without the fragrant air). And next week it will feel doubly so when my Bernal Heights friends are here to visit! Can't wait.

posted by Karen @ 1:36 PM