I finally made it to Brooklyn this past weekend and went H.A.M. at Smorgasburg, the weekly gathering of all things diesel in food.

Every Saturday, vendors set up their tents in an empty lot and hawk their shit to unimpressed hipsters. It’s quite overwhelming in the best ways possible. I had to do at least three laps before I was able to choose my plan of attack.

First, a small sandwich from Porchetta that was awesome. Great bread and moist meat. I washed that down with a signature Mexican Coke. Then it was on to BFC for some Fried Chicken and Waffles. Excellent crust and a nice tang from the buttermilk. Round three was a fried chicken cemita that was easily the best deal at $9 for a massive sandwich with tasty toppings. For dessert, we sampled cookies from The Cookie Guild (Citrus Hefeweizen: bomb ass) and I snagged a bite of the famous ice cream sandwich from The Good Batch. Food Coma induced.


If I lived in New York, I’d go to Smorgasburg every week. There are so many delicious options that it’s sad our stomachs aren’t bigger. And they serve alcohol! If it wasn’t 95 degrees out, I could have hung out there the whole day. Donuts, smoked meats, ice cream, oysters, nuts, international food–it’s got anything you could possibly want. And what impressed me the most was the level at which each vendor was executing their menu, whether on-site or transported. Top notch stuff that is better than most touristy Manhattan restaurants.

Wade through the smugness and make the trip across the East River to Brooklyn. Forget about the scene and go for what really matters: the food.


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