The neighborhood continues celebrating Earth Day, this weekend on Grand Ave. Here’s the info from Still Hip Brooklyn:
Saturday, April 24 | all day!
12:00pm Fati & Charles
1:00pm Graciela of Music Para Mi
2:00pm rolie polie guacamole
2:30pm Sean Kershaw
3:00pm Pistachio: A Brooklyn Girl Made of Trash
4:00pm Tres Leches
4:30pm Rene Collins
5:00pm Audra Rox!
6:00pm LIG funk band
Private Picasso Art Crafts
find out about Green Drinks + Vokashi composting
Book Signing of Brooklyn Baby by Allison Lowenstein
Baby Raising fair with info on Doula’s + Montessori playgroups + classes + more!
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BRING ALL YOUR CLOTHES TO DONATE TO WEARABLE COLLECTIONS AND HELP RAISE MONEY FOR COMMUNITY ROOTS CHARTER SCHOOL!
We will have tons of bins set up for your used fabric goodies
Tonight at 9pm, Fox will air the episode of Ramsey’s Kitchen nightmares filmed at Mohito Mojito restaurant on Washington Ave. Sorry for the last-minute notice!
Apparently, the Chocolate Bar on Waverly near Park is now called Loft 45. This notice popped into my inbox this past weekend:
You should check out the vandalism that took place at Loft 45 (formerly the Chocolate Bar @ 45 Waverly Avenue) on Saturday evening.
I walked by yesterday, and it looked like most of the windows had been smashed. Anyone know what happened?
This just in from RePop:
We can’t believe it, but the holidays are already here again. Why break tradition? Put your merriest foot forward this Friday and take a look at some real buried treasures!
The New Jewels of Miss Ellie will be on view from Dec 3 – 7, for a special trunk show event.
This season, you will find the best impulse gifts to delight your mom, your girlfriends, your babysitter or yourself: the Curious Cocktail Ring: Rare Birds, hands-holding-bouquets, angels and insects: one-size-fits every finger, $29-40 each. Old World Lockets are also the perfect personalized gift.
John Mathias will be showing “Crushing Silence” a collection of photographs and paintings that evoke a quiet and mysterious beauty in landscape and still-life. Images of a post-human world in reverent abstraction from the beaches to the concrete canyons of the city.
This limited collection is vibrant and haunting, offering an ideal gift or decorative option for any interior in need of a conversational splash.
Meet the artists at our First Friday Christmas Party, Dec 4, from 5pm – 9pm. Join us for some good wine, scrumptious appetizers and delightful conversation in one of the most eclectic and festive atmospheres in town!
68 Washington Ave.
By my estimates, I’ve eaten about 736,984 slices of pizza in my lifetime.
My little pizza-loving companion Tillie has a long way to go, but I’ll get her there!
Hey everyone, it’s Van and Baby T, and as we both had pizza on the minds, we decided to swing down to Italian restaurant Il Porto between Flushing and Park avenues on Washington for our latest lunchtime jaunt. (I don’t know for sure if Tillie really had pizza on her mind, but if she’s anything like her pop, she did!)
A funny thing about Il Porto: I’ve only had it once and that was way back around when it first opened, pre-Tillie even. I say “a funny thing” because being such a big pizza fan, it seems like I would’ve made it there again. I’ve talked to people around the ‘hood who rave about it, but I guess that first time around wasn’t enough to make me a convert.
And while I was in the mood of trying something relatively new, I took it a step further and went all-out on this one: I didn’t pack any back-up food for Tillie. None of her pasta, none of her pureed carrots, none of her grapes – just a few bunny graham crackers. If lunch at the restaurant didn’t work out for her, we were close enough to home to just pack up and head there.
Anyway, we started off down Washington to the place and made it to Park Avenue. Looming before us, though, was the BQE in its state of constant repair. At least the tarps weren’t blocking the Washington entrance, but scarily enough, there were signs warning pedestrians to keep out from the part under the bridge where cars usually park due to poisonous materials in the area. We weren’t going in that section, but still had to walk way closer to it than I would’ve liked. Needless to say, we ran through!
When we got to Il Porto, I went in through the side that appeared to be more casual, where pies were under the glass and you just order at the counter. That part was packed, which must be a good sign for the pizza, I thought. However, it wasn’t going to work for us with the stroller and all, so we went to the beautifully arranged dining room. This side was empty, save for a couple of customers, so we were able to have our pick of the place to sit. I found a nice table on the side where I could put Tillie in the high chair without obstructing anyone’s path and also where I wouldn’t have to collapse her stroller.
I looked over the menu, which you might be asking yourself, “Why, Van? Didn’t you just want a pizza? What’s so hard about that?” Well, friends, Il Porto offers a number of specialty pizzas, all with names paying tribute to the neighborhood, such as the Navy Yard and the Wallabout. I was intrigued by some of the offerings, but remember, I was sharing with Tillie, so I went as basic as I could and just ordered the Margherita pie. Then, since I remembered babies can’t live on pizza alone, I ordered a bowl of minestrone soup and asked for some bread, too.
The bread basket arrived with a variety of pieces to choose from. I gave Tillie one of the twisted pieces to chew on, then the soup came. I was a little shocked when it arrived to the table because the bowl was huge! It was like they brought the pot to our table and left the little cup I was expecting in the back. Tillie had a few bites of the soup, which was loaded down with fresh vegetables, and though I’m not much of minestrone fan myself, I have to admit it had a pretty decent flavor. There was no way we were going to be able to finish it all, but we gave it a shot. Plus, we had pizza to deal with!
And speak of the devil, our pizza arrived, and it was a welcome sight to see: The crust had that nice brick-oven char to it, the cheese was plentiful (which can be a rarity sometimes on Margherita pies, I feel) and the sauce looked rich. Since I’ve eaten so much pizza in my time, I decided the first bite should go to my little dining companion, so I cut her off a little piece, blew on it to cool it down and let her have at it. After she had her bite and I had a taste, we proceeded to scarf it down: pizza sauce was flying everywhere! About 10 minutes later, we were all done, with not so much as a gob of cheese left on the serving tray.
So we were satisfied with the pie, even though in hindsight I was thinking I should have gotten some pepperoni added to it or something, which could’ve really set it off. Plus, we were able to make it through the meal without any of her backup dishes. I’m still not a complete Il Porto convert, but I would go back. First, though, there a couple of things I’ll have to consider.
One was the check: My bill was over 20 bucks, which was partially my fault with ordering the unneeded soup, most of which we didn’t eat. But $3 for a 20-ounce soda seemed a little unnecessary.
Then there was the sake of even getting to the place, which isn’t in the restaurant’s hands. Avoiding the areas where work is being done or marked off as being toxic is tough when traveling with a baby. I live on Hall Street between Myrtle and Willoughby, and unfortunately, it’s not a straight shot down: I have to go down Washington like I did before or, I assume, walk all the way down to Myrtle and Carlton, then head toward Park and backtrack to Washington. I don’t want to burden you with all my logistical hang-ups, but it’s still something to think about if making a lunchtime choice.
If it gets to be too much for me to head down there, there’s always delivery, as I’m sure Tillie and I have more Il Porto pizza eating to do!
From RePop, hosting another fabulous First Friday:
The seasons seem to have changed at the speed of light and autumn has arrived! Thus a new First Friday is upon us where RePOP is proud to clear its walls and open its doors for another fantastic show.
This October we feature a viewing not to be missed by Scott Graeber.
Since the age of eighteen every job that Mr. Graeber has had centered around death and the disassembling of the human body. Over twenty years of such work has pushed him into a permanent melancholy. His art, however, has flourished under these circumstances, even as the rest of his life (and body) gradually dissolves.
Several years of figurative study have brought him to a point where he is satisfied these experiences can be translated to clay or canvas.
“In a world where electronics are replacing our ears, eyes and skin, natural material has becoming critical. As our souls fade people have started to cling to everything home made. From farmers markets to hand knit socks we are searching for whatever seems fundamentally real. The nuclear age has kicked our asses and left us feeling hollow. Wood, copper, lime, sand and minerals, these things are all sound and real. They are fresco. When a fresco is started you only have a few hours to work before it’s all over. When the lime is fixed the mineral pigments are bound for as long as the wall stands. No time to correct errors, no second thoughts, what’s done is done – beautiful. This is why I do fresco.”
~ Scott Graeber
This particular collection offers a an entrance into the season with an adornment of renderings and unique musings.
The shop will be open for business on this special evening offering a first hand glimpse at Graeber’s collection.
Join us at the shop on October 2nd and enjoy a wonderful evening of art and wine.
September is upon us, and RePop’s hosting a First Friday art event on Friday, September 4. It’s always a good crowd.
Event: The 11th Hour
“Fine Art & Illustrations by Amy M. Asher & Arian Gimbutas”
Host: RePop NY
Start Time: Friday, September 4 at 7:30pm
End Time: Friday, September 4 at 11:00pm
Where: RePOP 95% Recycled
First Fridays have returned and by popular demand, RePOP is proud to feature once again the work of Amy M. Asher and Arian Gimbutas.
Amy’s work derives from nature; she uses what she sees and transforms the obvious. The landscapes she creates are part illusory, what you might see as if you were squinting at a landscape, or driving fast and watching the blurred hills and fields and trees rush past. Some of her work is shaped on what, at first, seems a simple background, but the canvases are really layers upon layers of material put on, scraped off, put on, written on or covered up. These are landscapes, landscape of the mind, memory, and imagery. Growing up in Kansas she creates work that tends to lean toward this feeling of vastness and isolation, the kind of feeling a lone barn sitting in an open field might inspire, for example. These are the kinds of images she sees in her minds-eye, the shapes she draw from and manipulates, playing with the harmony of composition, color and form.
Working in black ink and bleach, Arian allows images work themselves out through a sort of Rorschach test ink blob. Further refining them by pulling tones out with bleach, he presents them as a sort of icon for both the real and unreal, the natural and the synthetic.
This particular collection, all created within the last two years, offers a beautiful entrance into the fall season with an adornment of abstract landscapes, illustrative renderings and unique musings.
(There’s even more reason to head up to Wallabout these days – have a tasty pizza at Il Porto, or try the newly revamped Mojito; buy some groceries at Fresh Fanatic; take a dip in the cold plunge pools at Body by Brooklyn; etc.)
Finally! Fresh Fanatic, an organic grocery store, will open in the long-empty retail space inside the Chocolate Factory building in Wallabout.
CHB got a sneak preview of the space on Wednesday morning as the groceries were being arranged on the shelves.
Owner Andrew Goldin lives in the building and has a degree in hospitality management. That experience, combined with world travel to many of the globe’s best markets, led to the unique experience that is to be Fresh Fanatic. Goldin says that the store will eventually boast an impressive range of international foods – Thai, Japanese and even Russian. They’ve already ordered bread from Germany.
Fresh and organic it will be, but Goldin promises it will be much less expensive than Whole Foods. He also promises the most reasonable prices on prepared foods in the tri-state region.
Goldin’s hospitality background has certainly influenced the store’s features. Already planned are a fresh pasta counter, sushi bar and an on-site nutritionist. A seafood counter will feature a tank of live fish that can be killed and cleaned on-site by staff (lobster, crab and possibly tuna is planned for now). Digital menu boards will display food facts throughout the store, and fresh produce, meat and a gigantic cheese dept round out the offerings.
I saw a little bit of everything going onto the shelves: organic, vegan, gluten-free and regular run-of-the-mill products as well.
The store will also sell garden plants and offer a 24-hour coffee window.
I am really excited to see how this place turns out. Will it really be affordable? Will the prepared food really be the best in the tri-state area? If you live in Wallabout, you are in for a treat. (Or at the very least, a very unique shopping experience!)
As for me, I will probably stick to my little Associated on Waverly for my day-to-day grocery needs. (A coworker and neighbor wondered aloud this morning if FF would be able to beat the 15-limes-for-a-dollar Associated special.) But if this place is a mini-Fairway with great service, I will be making regular stops.
Soft Opening: today or tomorrow
Grand Opening: Tuesday, August 18
275 Park Ave @ Washington
I guess I should’ve realized a place named Mojito doesn’t exactly scream “family fun”!
Greetings, fellow Clinton Hillers and surrounding-area denizens. It’s Tillie’s sidekick Van (I guess she’s the star since her name is in the headline) documenting another one of our lunchtime expeditions. This time, we hit Mojito, the Cuban restaurant on Washington between Flushing and Park avenues. And it didn’t exactly work out to be the best of choices for me and the Tillster, but I’ll get into that. First, let me tell you how we ended up there.
On our previous trips, we had gone to a few spots on Myrtle Avenue and another on Vanderbilt. But when mapping out our next destination, I decided that Tillie should get in touch with her Brooklyn roots—particularly, that Wallabout, South of the Navy Yard side of her that comes from me. (Actually, I’m from Mobile, Alabama, but when I moved to BK a few years ago, I used to live directly across from the Navy Yard, next to the Sweet’N Low factory. Shout out to 38 Cumberland Street!)
Anyway, I know that area is starting to really take off with new restaurants, shops and a grocery store opening soon. I picked an old standby for us to go to, Mojito, which has been around for a few years. I had only been there a couple of times, but Tillie’s mom and I (and lil’ T) just popped in a couple of weeks ago one evening for some drinks and empanadas. I took a quick glance at the lunch menu, which I’m prone to do nowadays, and had it in the back of my mind to come back since we had such a pleasant experience.
So on this day, after doing some shoe shopping at the Fulton Street Mall (for Tillie, not me), we hopped on the B61 bus from downtown and made our way to the restaurant. Tillie and I had been out for a little while, and I almost thought of just heading home, but we stuck it out. I had food and a bottle for her, so how bad could things be?
We got in the restaurant and were told we could sit anywhere. The place was roomy enough, so we grabbed a little two-top with space around us and I asked for a high chair. I set Tillie up and while I was doing that, we received our cigar box with the toast and dipping sauce in it, along with the menu.
Let me interrupt myself here, because from this point on, my attitude shifts from optimistic to “ehh” about the place.
After getting the toast, it was at least five minutes or so before the waitress came back to our table. I saw her hitting other tables multiple times before coming to ours. When she did arrive, the first thing I ordered was a glass of water, which I needed after munching on dry toast! With that request made, I went for the pollo varadero—grilled chicken with onions and peppers with a citrus flavor, served with saffron rice and black beans. This lunch special also came with a soup (chicken potato) and a soda. Little did I know that it would be a while again before I saw the waitress!
Anyway, as I was waiting (mainly for that elusive glass of water), I prepared Tillie’s stash of goodies for her, led by the fresh cherries I sliced up for her. From the moment I gave her the first one, she developed this ravenous appetite for them the likes of which I hadn’t seen before! I didn’t want to dump them all out on a plate for her, so I was giving them to her a few at a time. I was afraid she was going to bite her hand off thinking it was a cherry!
My soup arrived, which at least had some moisture for me to partake of, then two bites in, the water—water, at last!—and the soda, then the main course. It was a lot to take in at once with trying to handle the cherry-eating machine that was Tillie, too. Then my waitress was off yet again, not to be seen or heard from until I asked to have my leftovers wrapped up and get the check.
But it wasn’t just our waitress, NO ONE in the restaurant ever came around to check on us: How’s everything? Anything to drink? Aww, what a cute baby! Nothing at all. We were pretty much ignored, which is pretty impressive because I’d think a guy with a baby would stand out among the other patrons!
I have to admit, though, that while the service and welcoming atmosphere was lacking, the food wasn’t: The flavors were exploding in my mouth! I mashed up some beans and rice for Tillie to take a bite of, in between her cherry scarfing, and she seemed to feel the same way, too. It might’ve been one of the best lunchtime meals I’ve eaten around the ‘hood.
But as great as the food was (and cheap, too: My mini-feast was only 10 bucks!), I wouldn’t recommend going there for lunch with a baby. It’s the first time I felt that “Oh great, a baby” vibe, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. But don’t worry about us: Tillie and I will keep plugging away!