Despite having flown a million times before (I’m exaggerating a bit), I still get quite nervous and my life tends to flash before my eyes during that initial take off. Sure, I had a Budweiser on the plane, but that simply wasn’t good enough.
I had really needed approximately twenty Budweisers, a Xanax, and a hand to hold… and I wasn’t about to hold John Barley’s hand. Even the thought of it makes me shudder. Luckily the flight was pretty short otherwise I might have been forced to give in. But, I finally did arrive in New York super enthused and sweaty-palmed.
Having a native or friendly resident to hook up with is always a good idea to get the lowdown on sweet spots that reside off the grid.
This was my first time in New York and John and I had a lot of ground to cover in just a few days. We had a couple meetings, and we were ready to do some serious “market research” (aka drink and see some old friends). Plus, I insisted that we see everything–the Brooklyn Bridge, Central Park, and Times Square simply had to happen. By the end of the trip I would come to the realization that hanging with my boss doesn’t suck nearly as bad as I thought it would and that quality over quantity is sometimes bullshit–one should always hit up as many spots as possible to truly capture the vibe of a place. Local hangs, dive bars, tourist traps, hit ‘em all up. One drink per spot is a good rule to follow otherwise you’ll turn into that obnoxious, puking foreigner that everyone stays far away from. John and I crashed into about ten to fifteen spots a day, but we kept food in our bellies, walked almost everywhere, and have beer-industry tolerance. Proceed with caution, SOBs.
Airplane peanuts and Red Bull were simply not going to be enough to fuel our first evening, so we headed to Fette Sau. Only a few blocks away away from our Airbnb, this spot is simply a must for anyone visiting Brooklyn and a natural beginning to our trip. A slightly metal-inspired fix of smoked meats and all things craft. Like Green Street Smoked Meats in Chicago, one of my favorite spots, you get in line to order your food, hit up the bar, and then seat yourself at a picnic table. When I travel I aim to soak in a space and figure out what is different about it. This is an awesomely simple space, relatively small with all the right touches like knives as tap handles and a digital fireplace. Being about sixty degrees, something Chicago hadn’t yet seen at the time, we sat outside under the glow of the pink neon sign and gorged on brisket, pulled pork, and pickles, all the while drinking beer out of mason jars. This was a strong start and easily positioned itself as one of my favorite spots. I’m drooling right now just reminiscing. Go there.
A balance between having an agenda and allowing for exploration is important. For this night we had one and The Music Hall of Williamsburg was next up for a Cherub show. It’s a mid-sized club that was filled with good-looking, independent-thinking, creative types of all ages. We met up with some of John’s old friends (yeah, I know – hard to believe he hasn’t burned EVERY bridge) and consumed a good amount of Brooklyn Brewery brews in preparation for our trip there the following day. Damn good stuff. Being a frequent visitor, John didn’t much care but I was happy to receive numerous helpful tips from John’s New Yorker friends such as: not waste a day riding a boat out to see the Statue of Liberty, simply see it from a distance and move on, and tips on what should not be missed. Having a native or friendly resident to hook up with is always a good idea to get the lowdown on sweet spots that reside off the grid. Do your research or reach out to people, I’m pretty sure this is why Twitter exists.
Throughout the Cherub show we boogied, and whiskey made a couple of appearances in shot form. I saw lots of strangers’ tongues, too. PDA seems to be big in Brooklyn. And frequent. I was okay with it though; nothing was going to bring me down unless I witnessed the murder of a kitten or equivalent. People in general just seemed super chill. It wasn’t like Chicago where I’m used to a lot of shoving and sweaty people standing too close for comfort whenever I attend a show of that scale. It had balance.
We had received a tip that Questlove was djing that night at the famed Brooklyn Bowl. Yeah… Questlove, as in The Roots and The Tonight Show With Jimmy Fallon, so we made a beeline for this bowling alley/music hall hybrid. There were easily a thousand people there, yet it wasn’t stuffy or overwhelming. The beer list was killer, very easy to overindulge. Half of the people were dancing… and it wasn’t like the, “I’m dancing so look at me and my sexy booty and be turned on and buy me drinks,” kind of dancing, it was like everyone was dancing for themselves and having the time of their life. Killer vibe. Word on the street is there might be a version of this place opening up in Chicago’s West Loop sometime soon. My fingers are crossed. Yours should be too.
One major thing that I learned from the trip, that I guess I kind of already knew deep down, is that Brooklyn Brewery’s Garrett Oliver is a total badass. I wrote on these pages about my experience reading The Oxford Companion To Beer–Garrett is the author of that beer bible. He also wrote The Brewmaster’s Table, another masterpiece and the only text to consult if you want to learn about beer and food. We met up with him on Friday. He oozed all things beer and he’s so goddamn worldly. I felt smarter and more cultured just being around the guy. His passion for the craft is contagious and inspiring, and the various Ghost bottles he cracked open for us were heavenly. I already liked Brooklyn Brewery’s offerings quite a bit before visiting the facility, but I left completely in love with their mission and approach to beer. It was encouraging to see a brewery that serves as such a leader in the beer community completely live up to and exceed their reputation. These guys are fucking legit.
Oh, and I’ve got to mention Shadow, the feline that roams around Brooklyn Brewery. I’m a sucker for cats. If it wasn’t for my boyfriend, I would totally have a dozen of ‘em. Anyway, Shadow got me thinking about a Solemn Oath pet/mascot. I’m thinking pot belly pig (Ed. Note from John: Hell no). We’re all about breaking boundaries, so a brewery pig would be well-suited for us SOBs. Plus, he could nibble on the spent grain. If you think you have a better idea, tweet us. Don’t forget to include pictures of that pygmy goat or whatever. It’ll make John happy, perk him right up.
At some point we made the trek over to a small art gallery to see an art exhibit we were super hyped up about and meet up with James, owner of Bronx Alehouse and an old friend of Joe and John’s. We had carefully checked the website to ensure the “special lady” would still be “doing her thing,” but those fuckers had made it “by appointment only” and failed to mention that detail online. It was absolutely soul-crushing. We had been wiggling our fingers weeks in advance. This is what we missed. Dammit.
We’re all about breaking boundaries, so a brewery pig would be well-suited for us SOBs.
A meetup with Michael McAvena of Virtue Cider and pizza ended up filling our animatronic lady void. Roberta’s Pizza to be exact. I fell in love with the place right when we walked in and laid eyes on the merch. A tee with a crude zombie holding a slice of ‘za on it? Killer. The back bar area is basically a ginormous tent with lights strung about, blankets hanging on some of the tent walls, and a couple picnic tables. It was so hippy-dippy/grunge/tacky that it was hip/artsy/wonderful. Simple is better. I like places that don’t try too hard. The pizza was so fresh and so clean, clean.
Our last day we managed to see pretty much everything you would see if your Aunt Sue and Uncle Buck took you to New York in your middle school years. I got to cross the Brooklyn Bridge, stroll through Central Park, and take in the lights at Times Square while eating a Walgreens-purchased ham-wrapped cheese stick. I left the city knowing damn well that I would be back soon. I also left with the knowledge of how to hold chopsticks properly, which I had never been able to master previously (Ed. Note from John: She still doesn’t quite get it).
So take this from my experience: act like a local and you shall be treated like one, and thus get the full-fledged, honest experience in your chosen city. Brace yourself, and dive in headfirst. Move quickly. Take everything in that’s available to you, in the greatest variety possible, even if that means calling it quits too soon on any one scene. And remember: there’s no award for being the most well-rested when you get home.
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