(Not) Against the Knicks
Among Other News in North Brooklyn and Ridgewood
I’d usually say that, since NYC is the last real place in America and the world’s greatest exporter of culture, rooting for the Knicks is inherently fascist. That shitty cities deserve good sports: Ja with his head out of his ass and “Give Pittsburgh anything,” says Pittsburgh native Andrew Karpan (who you can’t ever call a transplant because his parents briefly lived in Brighton Beach after moving from Київ). That bandwagoning is unbecoming of anyone—and sure, it is, but I want a goddamn parade.
I need debauchery in the streets and a reason to go into The City: to see Mamdani hoisted onto the shoulders of the fans below, standing tall and in all the right postures, convinced there’s a new joy to wake up to. So go out and watch game four at Herbert Von King Park, Danger Danger, Gottscheer Hall, or anywhere that’ll have you.
And before you head out, here’s a rundown of what Grime Square has covered in the last two weeks:
Whole Foods is coming to the Jefferson L (1224 Flushing Ave.). Everyone’s handling it really well.
House of Nancy (219 Central Ave.) is open off the Central M. House of Nancy confirmed that they’ve secured a permanent liquor license, despite previous woes.
Bed-Stuy’s Frog allegedly succeeds in pouring natural wine and allegedly struggles with things like paperwork, permitting, and basic food handling.
Sex and the City-Themed Carrie’s Corner (59-02 Catalpa Ave.) opened in Ridgewood, and Andrew Karpan reported on its opening day.
A review of local Ridgewood1 poet Bernard Cohen’s debut collection (link to book in article)
Explore the beef between East Williamsburg Mother’s and Mommy’s and why there’s not a single business around with a normal name anymore.
And watch local theater!
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