Ken and I visited you this weekend and had a blast; it was my second time in Williamsburg and his first. You did not disappoint. Your weather was absolutely gorgeous, your people are some of the best to watch, and there were more than enough bars with awesome food to satisfy our needs. We arrived later than we’d planned on Friday because your roads have some serious traffic issues. But that’s okay.
We still managed to walk a few blocks to get something to eat and drink. I had an amazing chipotle pork quesadilla at a really cute restaurant Calexico. We also drank some odd beers at Torst. I’m a bum and like to sleep so I dragged Ken home early and promptly crashed.
Saturday we woke up and went to Harefield Road for brunch. My brother’s girlfriend left us a nice printout of a map that she labeled with things we thought she’d like. Harefield Road she marked as best brunch and I’m glad she did. For $12 you get coffee or tea, mimosa or bloody mary, and your entree. I had the eggs benedict and Ken had an omelette because that’s all he ever eats. Apparently we should have tried the huevos rancheros so I’ll just have to go back some time. We also went here later in the night but that was a less pleasant experience…
After our brunch we walked around and explored more of your great neighborhood. We ended up at a park where we saw one of Brookyn’s finest arguing with a park ranger about his dog. We later discovered that guy lives across the street from my brother and watched as his big butt took up the entire stoop which he refused to move for the pizza delivery guy, yelled at random strangers walking by, threw his soda bottle down the sidewalk, and donned a mask to freak people out. Classy. At the park I discovered the newest fitness craze I’m going to bring to America: swinging. Go ahead, try swinging on some swings and tell me your abs aren’t working. Ken did some pull ups in the adult fitness area, but he said I wasn’t allowed to post the video I took. Party pooper.
We headed home and got changed into our running gear and set out to explore your streets with our sneaks. It ended up being about 3 miles and over an hour of walking and running down to the water, checking out the sights, and heading back. It’s our favorite way to explore a new place together and even though he runs way faster than me, he’s my favorite running partner; I just catch up to him a few minutes later. Thanks, Brooklyn, for some awesome running.
After showering we went out for more food and drinks starting with your Brooklyn Brewery. We had a beer and watched a random fluffy dog run around the open area. Ken made me check in on facebook and I look a little crazy. #badangle After this the night gets fuzzy. We went to too many places for me to remember and at some point we fought and the night was over for me. Hey, it happens right? Someone is having a little too much fun and someone else has zero patience for that kind of fun so… well someone learned their lesson. By the next afternoon zero-patience-someone was over it and too-much-fun-someone felt bad. During this whole too much fun episode is when we ended up back at our brunch spot. We also went to Milk Bar, which is where the whole nasty incident started actually. But don’t let that stop anyone from going to Milk Bar and getting a slice of crack pie. I certainly don’t think less of you, Brooklyn, for hosting our worst fight to date… and only like our third fight ever.
Our last morning with you I slept till noon, which I normally don’t do, but it’s a good thing I did or someone would still be mad at someone. Okay, enough with the someone’s. Ken had to work Sunday night so we packed up, grabbed breakfast, and sat on 278 for an hour. Brooklyn, please fix 278.
All in all, dear Brooklyn, we enjoyed you very much and wish we could go back this weekend. We left with full hearts, sore feet, and tons of memories of our first trip together. We’ll definitely be coming back to say hey sometime soon.
Stay classy, Brooklyn.
Jacquelyn & Ken