A friend and local entrepreneur posted the following on Craig’s List about what promises to be a love-ly event:
Why wear your heart on your sleeve?
Put your best face forward with a portrait that is sure to make the object of your affection swoon.
FOU LE CHAKRA, men
On Wednesday February 9th at 7 p.m., Brooklyn-born author Frank McCourt will be reading at MS 51 on Fifth Avenue between 5th and 6th Streets.
A fund raiser for the talent programs at Park Slope’s illustrious Middle School 51, McCourt will be reading excerpts from his new book about teaching english at Stuyvesant High School, “Tis,” and “Angela’s Ashes.”
A reception will follow at the Stone House in the Park at Third Street and Fifth Avenue.
Here’s a tip for those of you just dying to know what’s going into that corner storefront on Third Street and Seventh Avenue that used to be a Peruvian chicken place with a gigantic mural that looked like a rock climbing wall.
Well, OTBKB knows!
Miracle Grill, a popular and well-regarded southwestern eatery in the East Village, is opening an outpost in the hungry borough. Bobby Flay, the first chef at Miracle Grill back in the 1980’s, went on to open Mesa Grill, Bolo and other hot restaurants. The First Avenue Miracle Grill continues to be a well-run, attractive, and delicious place to go for unusual Mexican food and drinks. It should be a tasty addition the Slope’s dinner and brunch scene (eggs benedict with cornbread and chipotle hollondaise), not to mention take-out.
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Curious about the name of this new blog. Here’s an excerpt from Thomas Woolfe’s masterful short story called: “Only the Dead Know Brooklyn” written in thick Brooklynese:
Dere’s no guy livin’ dat knows Brooklyn t’roo an t’roo, because it’d take a guy a lifetime just to find his way aroun’ duh goddam town.
“So like I say, I’m waitin’ for my train t’ come when I sees dis big guy standin’ deh — dis is the foist I eveh see of him. Well, he’s lookin’ wild, y’know, an’ I can see dat he’s had plenty, but still he’s holdin’ it; he talks good an’ is walkin’ straight enough. So den, dis big guy steps up to a little guy dat’s standin’ deh, an’ says, ‘How d’yuh get t’ Eighteent’ Avenoo an Sixty-sevent’ Street?’ he says…”
and
“Jesus! What a nut he was! I wondeh what evah happened to ‘m, anyway. I wondeh if someone knocked him on duh head, or if he’s till wanderin’ aroun’ in duh subway in duh middle of duh night with his little map! Duh poor guy. Say, I’ve got to laugh, at dat, when I t’ink about him! Maybe he’s found out by now dat he’ll never live long enought to know duh whole of Brooklyn. It’d take a guy a lifetime to Brooklyn t’roo an’ t’roo. An even den, yuh wouldn’t know it all.”
