We’re en route to faraway Pittsburgh this morning, and I’m up early in Kyle and Maggie’s apartment in Park Slope Brooklyn. The busy street, Fifth Avenue, has hundreds of restaurants, shops and cafes, and last night we had to pop into three different places to find one that would seat us in a reasonable amount of time. All the restaurants, first top flight Italian, then the Bogota Latin Cafe, and finally, the Brooklyn Fish Camp had big lines. Everyone here goes out to eat, and every restaurant is narrow, and not that big.
After a seat at a stainless steel bar at the Fish Camp, we got ourselves seated and it was time to enjoy some high quality fish tacos. I had inquired about a wild caught striped bass special and the chef told me the fish was caught off of Montalk. Later as we sipped beers at the bar, they tipped me off that there was only one plate of it left, and yes, I’d take that.
The city, Brooklyn and Manhattan both, always transfer an energy and a liveliness that few other places can impart. The excitement of the crowded restaurant, and the people up and down the street…it’s something that’s good for me once in a while. I always love coming down here and it’s nice to have a mid point before we make the big drive out west. We will be bringing a little weiner dog named Schotze with us, we just hope he’s well behaved and doesn’t bark at people along the route.