(Not) Forgotten Greenpoint: “Who takes a picture of a braciole sign?”

This year I decided to roam around the Our Lady Of Mount Carmel Feast during the day when the street was resting from the evening’s festivities. While taking the above photo, a real NYC cop (imagine a thick Brooklyn accent) asked “Hey, where you from?”
“We live in Ridgewood,” I said, already getting annoyed at what he was getting at.
He wasn’t satisfied and since we look (and are) hipsters he said, “No, where are you from?”
“I’m from Florida,” Jon politely answered.
“I’m from Middle Village,” I answered not so politely, then said, “Where are you from?”
“Rockaway,” he said.
“Far Rockaway?” Jon asked.
“Do I look like I’m from Far Rockaway?”
He was white. My blood began to boil.
“Why are you asking us where we are from?” I said.
At this point I think Jon was trying to drag me away, luring me with the goldfish toss.
“I’m trying to assess the area ya know,” he said, “I thought you were hipsters tourists. I mean, who takes a picture of a braciole sign?” He said it like BRA-JOEL.
“A photographer,” I said.
He walked away mumbling. I drowned my rage (and all the things I should have said like, “I’m sorry I didn’t know it was your job to “assess” where people are from?”)  in a huge bag of zeppoles. It’s hard to hold back my loud mouth from Queens voice; sweet fried dough coated in powdered sugar works.

About Jen G

After living in NYC my entire life, I found the strongest sense of community in Greenpoint, Brooklyn. Running this blog is truly an honor and the best part is meeting its readers in real life. Everyday I am energized by smiles and inspiring conversations with fellow Greenpointers who tirelessly do and create incredible things that are good for our community and share the same love I have for life here. If you see me walking with my little dog "D" - please say hi!

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