photo: Brooklyn Paper
Remember a few weeks back when we all got excited as hell to go eat fried Robicelli cupcakes at the Chip Shop? And then we all went to the Chip Shop and they were like "huh??" And then we blogged about it, and instead of saying they were the sorry, the Chip Shop kinda lied and said "we have no idea what you are talking about, so this was probably some publicity stunt." And then we went back to hating the shit out of the "predatory" Chip Shop again, and suggesting you do the same?
Yeah, well none of that changes the fact that Park Slope STILL has not had their chance to try DELICIOUS, DEEP FRIED ROBICELLI CUPCAKES!
But on Friday, March 5, all that changes!
CoverSpy, the blog that tracks what all of your asses are reading on the subway, is one of my favorite new blogs. I love it mostly because it's fun being judgmental about what you’re reading, but also, because one of the main spies appears to live in the Slope (or surrounding area), since 75 percent of what (s)he posts occurs off the F train out of BK.
Yesterday morning, while perusing CoverSpy and judging you for your Jodi Picoult and cultural history of menstruation (yes, this is real) selections, I almost choked on my chamomile tea. Oh Park Slope, congratulations. You’ve officially out-caricatured yourself:
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close, Jonathan Safran Foer (F, 20s, brunette, Park Slope Coop tote, F train)
Well done, my loves. Now, which one of you is this…besides all of you?
This week's issue of Time Out New York devotes some serious pages to the age-old argument, which borough is better? Brooklyn or Manhattan.
We're talking charts, graphs, a quiz, and a bonafide battle royale between two TONY staffers, one who's a lifelong Manhattanite, and one who's a recent Brooklyn convert.
I don’t know if the “treat ‘em mean, keep ‘em keen” approach is genetically encoded into male DNA or what, but watching the mating rituals of 6th graders has truly been a revelation.
Since around 3rd grade, the girls have been circling ever closer, ever more fervently. But lately they’ve begun to explode, one by one into a mass of body odor, hormones and passionate need (desperation?).
Although 6th graders are all over the growth chart, the girls are often so far ahead of the boys, it’s mind-boggling. Meanwhile, the hottie boys are all easy to spot as they seem to develop, through pure instinct, the powerful pull of indifference and disdain. Or possibly cluelessness...its still unclear.