Those who know me know of my long-standing love of my borough. So here’s the first of what is sure to be many posts about the endearing minutiae of Brooklyn life.
Warm night, great for a stroll. I head to Cherry Tree on Fourth Avenue with a plan to enjoy the bar’s courtyard, fantastic brick-oven pizza and extensive beer menu. Brick oven was dark that day, so no pizza. Game 1 of the NBA Finals was that night, so no courtyard (they wall-projected it over the yard’s entry/exit point) However, they provide local menus for delivery to the bar when their own kitchen is closed. I’m famished. Must…have…food…now. Dash down the block to the Halal spot for Chinese takeout and back to the bar to get my grub on, toss back a brew, and catch a bit of the game. Now I understand there is a long history of Islam in China and I’ll admit I’m not a huge basketball fan but there’s something great about the confluence of cold brew, hot Halal Chinese and Kevin Garnett’s fourth quarter dunk projected larger-than-life on the wall of a favorite Brooklyn watering hole. Sweet!