Park Slope Brooklyn I love you... but you bring me down

What a weekend back in the NYC. Friday night was epic, with an imaginative performance by The National followed by dumplings and duck and topped off with a super expensive cocktails and better live performances by all involved. Billy Joel offs are hard to beat for entertainment value. Things came to a super delicious close with Smart Food and a few bites of a Turkey Sandwich. A note on sandwich eating – when eating, or desiring to eat, a sandwich always be sure you have ordered a sandwich to enjoy. Being in a place that serves sandwiches and desiring a sandwich is not enough. You have to communicate your sandwich wants and needs to someone who can do something about it, usually the guy making the sandwiches.

Saturday was when my love for Park Slope really began to grow. A super brunch with the double Gs, to include bloodies, fresh squeezed and pork belly hash. Seriously, pork belly hash, really? What could be better than that? I still felt a little “off” from how great Friday night was, so I had a wheatgrass shot and all was well. Spending the rest of the afternoon in Prospect Park enjoying wine and cheese with great friends couldn’t have been better. The Park itself was a slice of utopia. Kite flying, volleyball, family reunions, yoga, and dog petting with no regard to race, creed or religion. Wow. Then dinner with a terrific group at one of the better restaurants I have ever enjoyed. I can’t say enough about sweet corn and mascarpone. The food was great the company better – super dinner. Capping the evening with cocktails and indoor bocce ball, loved it.

Spent Sunday with the Sandlers touring around NYC and enjoying some bbq in the rain. Then back to that old standby, Bluesmoke for great mac and cheese, chipotle chicken wings and laughs.

As for Park Slope? What can you say about a place that has more cheese selection than stars in the sky and an individual sameness all its own. What a beautiful neighborhood, with super people who are happy to chat about what they picked up at the farmers market without pressuring you to do the same. Sometimes you don’t realize what you never knew you could have had until you see it all unfolding before you. Why didn’t “the Slope” make itself known earlier? With fun so ready to be had Park Slope should have jumped up and down and screamed “Hey look how great I am.” Alas its quiet outward indifference to its high quality of hip life is only betrayed by the Slope’s internal struggle to not be the West Village. Who knew such a place existed.

Having said that I’m ready to go. Job secured and looking for a few friends to share a lovely apartment with. See you on the Slope.