I have been out of town a lot recently, so when a friend filled me in that Socrates had closed while I was away, I didn’t want to believe her. Last night’s stroll down Manhattan confirmed my dark fear that my friend was actually right. There was a rent sign hanging in the window. Even though I had seen it with my own two eyes, I still didn’t want to believe it, so I called their number and the phone was disconnected. I found this picture online, so it looks like there are some other sad Greenpointers out there too.
Socrates might have been too good of a secret. You would’ve never known passing by that behind its unassuming dining room was the most amazing deck looking out over the garden’s of Greenpoint. On warm weekend mornings, I would laugh at brunch lines and head straight to Socrates for an ice coffee, a breakfast sandwich and peacefully enjoy the views of the Brooklyn backyard. Oh, AND. The owners were extremely kind and accommodating people. RIP Socrates. You will be missed.