With Jo, the sister of a good friend of mine from Tufts and the sister-in-law of an even better friend of mine at Tufts. We were in the wedding together a few years back, but beyond that and running into each other at a bar in Park Slope, I’d say we didn’t know each over very well.
Jo owns her apartment and she had stories of the renovations she (meaning she did them herself) made. It’s slightly emasculating but pretty impressive to hear her talking about knocking down walls. She put in John Boo’s Butcher Block which is something I’d like to have in my own kitchen some day.
Here’s us before I left for my move 1/2 mile down the road.
A whole lot of people at Jo’s work holiday party, which she organized. Jo works for Punched in the Head productions, which gets the award for coolest name of a company. Creative types are a lot of fun, and I talked to people who work on shows like Top Chef. I even got a week in Bensonhurst through someone I met at the party (Jo had talked me up quite a bit beforehand).
Chinese food on the Sunday night that I arrived. It was something of a feast and I haven’t done that in a long time. We had everything but the pu pu platter. It was fun and felt like a “normal” Sunday, watching TV and eating take out.
Brunch at Flatbush Farm. I can say the crispy duck confit is pretty outstanding, especially the grits.
Oaxaca tacos at the Punched in the Head holiday party. I love this place on 4th avenue and apparently there are 2 other locations in BK and one that just opened in Manhattan.
At Bend and Bloom. As a result of my nomadic existence, I get a chance to sample a lot of different fitness / yoga studios / gyms. At Bend and Bloom, its 3 classes for $30 for new customers. The place has cookies and teas after class, and yelpers rave about the wallpaper. I can’t say that I noticed, but I’ll be sure to look for it the next time I’m there.
Jo and I had talked about running and impressively we woke up on a Friday morning and did it. It was the coldest day of the winter (up to that point), but it helps that she lives right near Prospect Park. Once you see other crazy people running, it makes it easier to justify why your freezing your ass off at 7AM.
The Patriots eviscerate the Jets at the Rock Shop. It’s a great bar for football watching, mainly because it doesn’t get very crowded. I’m sorry New Yorkers, I love this city and all your neighborhoods, but I’m really enjoying this Jets meltdown and the Rex Ryan fiasco.
What have I missed in what has become my nomadic home?
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