Skeevy Streets

A stroll through the Gowanus area of Brooklyn, a deserted industrial nightmarescape that divides two yuppie paradises.

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Heidi said this place gave her the creeps when she walked through the neighborhood alone one evening.

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And the purpose of this trip: Jerk Chicken in Carroll Gardens. I’ve decided female Caribbean restauranteurs are a very pleasant kind of people. Having met 2 such ladies I feel I am in position to make this generalization. I’m not sure what I have in common with them but we seem to get on famously.

Chicken Billy?

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Billy’s newest toy, the jumperoo. He can now hold his head up so I put this thing up yesterday afternoon.

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4 thoughts on “Skeevy Streets

  1. what on earth is heidi carrying as she pushes the pram along? it looks like a giant bag of laundry, surely you weren’t taking this along with you for jerk chicken?

  2. The Jerk Chicken was very delicious. I was starving though, anything would have tasted delicious.

    I told Heidi, I said: “get your arse in gear and bring the washing, I’m not soddin’ well doing it!”

    Alternatively, it’s a car seat we’ve borrowed for Thanksgiving.

  3. My favorite Jamaican/English restauant is called Doctor’s Cave Cafe. It’s run by Jean and Tim. Jean is from Jamaica, makes mean aki dishes. Tim is from England and makes lovely scones and marrionberry cake. What a match! Please go visit them. It’s in Bed Sty, Marcy and Putnam Street down the block from street academy.

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