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January 6th, 2009 — Neighborbee, New York, Nightlife
The following post originally appeared on Neighborbee on January 6, 2008.
One of the things that I like about being the Brooklyn Stinger is that it gives me the perfect excuse to explore parts of Brooklyn that I otherwise might not visit. I’ve been spending entirely too much time near my workplace in Park Slope, so when it was time to meet my friend Mark for a drink, I headed over to Clinton Hill. If you have to ask where the hell Clinton Hill is, you’re not the only one. Apparently it’s nestled between Fort Greene (home to Target and the Atlantic Terminal) and Bedford-Stuyvesant (home to the Notorious B.I.G.).
December 1st, 2008 — Neighborbee, New York, Nightlife
The following post originally appeared on Neighborbee on December 1, 2008.
This winter, I am headed to the beach. Not the actual beach, unfortunately, because my wallet is a few Andrew Jacksons short of a plane ticket. Instead I’ll be heading to Park Slope’s newest watering hole, the beach-themed Cabana Bar.
Cabana Bar quietly opened a few weeks ago, just before its neighboring restaurant, Playa. Even on the chilliest of nights, the beach atmosphere at Cabana can just about make you forget that cold weather has arrived. The ceiling is all glass, giving the feeling of letting in the night sky while keeping out the cold. A faux palm tree shoots through the center table, dominating the room. A crashing wave mural graces the far wall, across from the tiki-thatched bar. All that’s missing is the sand, and the corniness that ruins other themed bars.
October 20th, 2008 — Food, Neighborbee, New York, Nightlife
I write about Brooklyn every week for NYC’s Neighborbee blog. The following post originally appeared on Neighborbee on October 20, 2008.
Hello Noo Yawkers, it’s Julie here, Neighborbee’s new Brooklyn blogger. I’m back in the city after year-long travels, and now I have one more good reason to go out and explore my new borough.
Unsure of what haunt to cover for my first post, I called my friend Hils, a long-time Brooklynite. She suggested Camp, a Smith Street bar that had always intrigued her. “Julie,” she said, “they have S’mores.” That was all it took for me to agree to a 3-train trip across Brooklyn. (Sidebar: why is it easier for me to go into Manhattan than to go to Smith Street? I really must look into buses.)