Back to the ‘burg.
Here we go again: the upper-west-sider hawking Brooklyn, contemplating heading out to Williamsburg, yet again…
Damn Williamsburg, how I love to hate you. Beckoning out there, so full of so many things that are trying too hard, and yet, sprinkled with just enough that



I don’t think you missed much. I just got back from having brunch with my family at the Williamsburg Cafe and we headed down 2 blocks to N 7th and Bedford to see what the fuss was about. I didn’t see anything except the same old people hawking their old junk by the side of the road that you see every weekend on Bedford. There was some music playing, but I didn’t see a DJ. Perhaps the real party will start later, but it looked pretty lame to me. And there was no corn on the cob to be seen.