North Brooklyn Photos Du Jour: Springtime In East Williamsburg
Filed under: Williamsburg
Union Avenue
Moore Street
Graham Avenue
Humboldt Street
Meserole Street
Miss Heather
Borough Of Found Toys Volume VI
Last night I was absolutely thrilled to find this great photograph from Garsav in my photo pool. In fact I liked it so much I wanted it to kick off this— arguably the latest and greatest installment of my “Found Toys” series. Enjoy!
From Graham Avenue.
From McGuinness Boulevard.
From Eagle Street.
From Bedford Avenue.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: The Blue Stove Cafe
Filed under: Williamsburg
These delectable edibles come courtesy of a new place on Graham Avenue.
It is called the Blue Stove Cafe…
and as you can see they have a vast assortment of cavity-inducing goodness for the picking.
But don’t make the mistake (I made) of asking for a menu: they don’t have one. Whatever they deem fresh enough to prep on any given day dictates the fare.
The Blue Stove
415 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11222
When the opportunity arises do check this place out. The rich aroma of baked good that permeates this establishment alone will make you gain fifteen pounds! Yummy.
Miss Heather
East Williamsburg Photos Du Jour: Meet The Graham Avenue Meat
Filed under: Area 51, Bum Shit, Bushwick, Dog Shit, Dung of the Day, Other Shit, Vomit, Williamsburg
Meat on the inside…
and WTF on the out.
When Mr. Heather got home from work I asked him what he thought the above-depicted thing was. He said (in his unprofessional opinion) it was vomit from a dog who had eaten sausage with a lot of red dye in it (because he has seen this happen before). All I know is whoever (or WHATEVER) discharged this (one of the most revolting things I have ever seen in New York City— and this is really saying something) should probably visit a doctor…
or an exorcist.
Miss Heather
P.S.: I puked a little inside while writing this post.
Food Porn Du Jour: Motorino
Filed under: Williamsburg
I’ve been writing about food a lot of late. I take very little pleasure in doing so: I’m more interested in eating. What’s more, there are women who much are more talented and dedicated writing about gustatory delights than myself. However, I like to pass along a bona fide gem when I find one: Motorino is one such place.
I’ve been casing this establishment for some time. Unlike a lot of restaurants in north Brooklyn a great deal of attention has been given to both the surroundings and the cuisine.
The Mister devoured the meat plate (as seen at left) while I enjoyed Earl Grey tea, cheese and homemade bread.
This anchovy pizza was so loaded with capers and olives I wanted a taste…
but I was perfectly content with my Margherita.
We were fortunate enough to be seated next to a woman who brought her aunt and uncle to give Motorino a whirl. Newspaper clipping in hand auntie asked to talk to the owner of this establishment; he gladly obliged. She recited the provenance of this space for his edification. As it would happen she and her husband have lived on Orient Avenue for 87 years. She was sharp as a tack. What’s more, she liked the food. When the Mister and I asked for take-out boxes her party was concerned we were sending it back because we didn’t like it. We did— albeit too much: we were stuffed!
If the local buzz (and all the delivery we saw getting prepped) is any indication this restaurant’s cult status will not last long. Check it out!*
Motorino
319 Graham Avenue
Brooklyn, New York 11211
(718) 599-8899
In the meantime you can peruse their menu by clicking here.
Miss Heather
*Be advised they have yet to receive their liquor license but are perfectly amenable to you bringing your own wine and beer.
Williamspoint Photos Du Jour: Special Valentine’s Day Edition
Since Valentine’s Day is just around the corner I am going to kick off today’s offerings with a few photographs to help get my fellow north Brooklynites in that lovin’ state of mind. Enjoy!
From Kingsland Avenue.
From Metropolitan Avenue.
From Graham Avenue.
From Newel Street.
Miss Heather
Exxon Claus?
Many of you who have lamented over Manhattan Avenue’s lack of Yuletime wattage might have noticed the fancy energy efficient lights that were fired up last Friday, December 12. Well, as it would happen they have a very interesting benefactor (from the December 10th edition of the Greenpoint Gazette):
…Town Square still faces the daunting task of raising the funds for the lights. Companies like ExxonMobil, MetroFuel, and the New York Power Authority have pledged their support and Assemblymember Joe Lentol, Councilmember David Yassky, and Esposito have lent their voices to the call for community support. The Greenpoint Gazette, Greenpoint Lions, and North Brooklyn Development Corporation are helping with collections from local merchants.
Yup, you just read that Exxon is one of the folks ponying up the dough for these bad boys. I don’t know about you, but the given sheer environmental havoc this company has wreaked on our community and the fact that petrol is going for a pretty penny these days I would have expected our “neighbor” (Who some of you might remember co-sponsored Earth Day at McCarren Park this year!) to single-handedly fund a Dyker-fucking-Heightsesque spectacle bathing our main drag in retina-searing glory. Hell, it damned better be visible from outer space for that matter!
In other words, not something that looks like a raver’s glow wand or a swizzle stick gracing a Mai Tai at the local Tiki Club.
Call me a scrooge but this is insulting. Seriously.
Miss Heather
P.S.: The reason the usual lights were not up this year is because ponying up money for them is completely voluntary. And in a sour economy people clasp their wallets a little more tightly than usual. Had Manhattan Avenue created a Business Improvement District (thus spreading the financial burden equally among business owners) it is probable we would have had are usual garish show of holiday cheer this year. Several attempts have been made to start a B.I.D. here. All have failed. Mostly in part to one person who saw fit to engage in a campaign of misinformation about what creating a such an entity entails.
Grand Street has a B.I.D. They have Christmas lights.
Graham Avenue also has a B.I.D. They too have Christmas lights. (See where I’m going with this?)
They also have a holiday trolley to take you to see Santa Claus this weekend.
But the Garden Spot doesn’t have a B.I.D. So we get “Exxon Claus” instead. Lucky us. You can see last year’s lights (courtesy of our very own Bitchcakes) by pointing and clicking your way over to the New York Shitty photo pool.
A Goat’s Story
Filed under: Williamsburg
The older readers among you might remember this little guy. I found him hanging out with a few friends knocking back a few brewskis in front of 1000 Manhattan Avenue (Greenpoint’s gift which has mercifully since quit giving) one Saturday afternoon back in 2007.
Well, this week I discovered (while researching this post) that this fella was not the first such animal to call north Brooklyn his home. Apparently his brethren were quite fancied by the local populace at the turn of the century. Enough so that even one of our fire houses had a goat as a pet. We can only hope the fate that awaited our little Greenpointer was better than what awaited his predecessor in this article from the April 15, 1895 edition of the Brooklyn Daily Eagle. Enjoy!
He became very ill and hid himself in the darkest corner of the cellar.
This reminds me of how I felt after my high school English teacher made us read Sylvia Plath. Ugh.
Miss Heather
A Little Holiday Cheer From East Williamsburg
I have a confession to make: today I woke up in a ROTTEN mood. I have no idea why. I just did. Perhaps it was pre-holidaze malaise? Who knows. Sometimes these things just happen. Anyhoo, I decided to shake off my surly attitude by going for a little walk. I’m glad I did, as it would appear I am not the only person with a chip on my shoulder.
You can always leave it the peeps over in good ol’ East Williamsburg to keep things real.
I call this shot “From Meserole Street With Love”.
The second sullen salvo of revolt I beheld today was to be found at 245 Frost Street (which, unlike many of its brethren, was busy at work today).
Sigmund Freud was once quoted as saying:
The first human who hurled an insult instead of a stone was the founder of civilization.
Welcome to civilization: the 245 Frost Street Condominiums.
Miss Heather
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