It’s the summer time–the weather is fine, and you could reach right up and touch the sky–or you could simply reach for a good book and hit the park. Last weekend we canvassed McGolrick Park and McCarren Park, approaching total strangers and interrupting their afternoons to ask them questions about their reading material. Join us now as we discover what the young and the restless and the literary of Greenpoint are burying their noses in this July.
Subject: Mike Book: White Noise by Don DeLillo
So what’s this novel about? I think it’s about how so much of American anxiety is created by pop culture. Wow, that was good. You really cut to the heart of that, a lot of people just recite plot points. [Mike’s Girlfriend: That was a great summary, babe.] Continue reading →
As the new year approached, it dawned on Greenpoint resident J.P. Grace that he needed a challenge–specifically, a challenge firmly grounded in the consumption of adult beverages. Bravely acknowledging the dangerous deficiency of brown liquor in his diet, Grace took upon himself a solemn vow: to drink an Old Fashioned every single day of this Year of Our Lord 2015, and to blog daily about the experience.
Like many of us, Grace finds the 19th century cocktail strangely alluring, and worthy of an extended study. “The interesting contradiction is that there are so few ingredients, yet so many variations on ways to make it,” he observes while stirring two glasses of his favorite take on the concoction.* “No two bars make them exactly the same, and every bartender seems to have an opinion about how it should be made.” Continue reading →
Last Monday neighborhood residents were witness to a rare sighting of the locally famous and indigenous/ursine hoops fan, KnickerBear. Standing near the corner of West Street and Greenpoint Ave. crying his hard, marble eyes out with middle fingers raised to the sky, KnickerBear let the north Brooklyn neighborhood know exactly what he thought of it–and of his team’s defense recently getting turned into Swiss cheese by Deron Williams and the rest of the Brooklyn Nets.
The Black Rabbit Bar (91 Greenpoint Ave) is easily one of the most visually appealing bars in all of Brooklyn–a softly lit, atmospheric wood-paneled den with a narrow, rail car-style interior and a tranquil, leafy backyard. A portrait of the tavern’s namesake, the Rabbit himself (the owner’s Irish grandfather), hangs in a prominent position on the wall. Perhaps the most distinctive feature is the private booths with swinging, hinged double doors, evoking the entrance of a “Wild West” era saloon. This is perhaps a misleading comparison, as bartender and owner Kent Lanier claims there has never been a fight on the premises (something he partly attributes to the purposeful lack of Red Bull or Jagermeister in the pub).