When my son first moved to Carroll Gardens in the early 1990’s , he felt he had been banished from the Garden of Eden (NYC) to Brooklyn. A scant 20 years later, Carroll Gardens has become a gentrified place for the young professionals and they’ve brought with them an intense of love of and art and food, all this peacefully coexists with the ethnic entranced Italians who inhabit and maintain Carroll Gardens as it was a100 years ago. Two cultures, living side by side in peaceful coexistence, one accepting and integrating with the others.
1. As you walk from Henry Street toward Court Street and the number Streets you encounter many fine old purveyors like Esposito’s Pork along with the beautiful Town Houses that make up the old neighborhoods.
2. We had our choice of many Lunch and Brunch places, but chose Frankie’s @457 Court Street, because of it’s ambience and the food. As soon as you enter this establishment, you feel at home. The open kitchen in the center of the restaurant makes you feel at home, as the warmth and the smells over whelm your senses and you sit relaxed, waiting to be treated well. It has never disappointed us.
3. Though we had no room left for dessert we walked two blocks to Momofuko’s Milk Bar an Ingenious oasis next to the Carroll Gardens Train station. From the street, you can see the trains coming into this station as they pass over the elevated bridges . Before heading underground or around the corner, Milk offers exotic treats for the taste buds and the soul.. We sampled and bought a sublime mixture of pretzel milk, though my son would have been equally happy with cereal milk, made just as it sounds, with cereal and milk +, a reminder of teenage years, making huge bowls of cereal as a snack.. We also purchased pumpkin truffles, an elegant bite sized explosion of pumpkin pie in you mouth, replete with texture . Quite an experience.
4. LOL as I took leave of my son, at 4 PM for an appointment in NYC , I thought it would take over an hour to arrive at my destination. My battery was low complicating the drive back. I was so sure, I would be late that I never noticed that I literally sped, up the west side highway in 20 minutes arriving early for my appointment. Afterward, I was content to have my leftovers of lentil soup and cavatelli with sausage. ready for a quick meal before departing for Jazz at Juilliard , a free concert that lasted 2 hours but could have had many encores as far as the audience was concerned. The end of a perfect day. YOLO! The young know what they feel. A toast to living and feeling; a pleasant interlude for the spirit.
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