For anyone wondering where the old Lower East Side went, this neighborhood might be part of the answer. Sure, new lofts dot the roads around the outlying L stops, but for the most part it's factories and bodegas, longstanding residences, and a few corners where it's best to keep your guard up. What the area lacks in Williamsburg-proper niceties, it makes up for with (relatively) cheaper rents and a genuine sense of diversity, possibility, and artistic community. All of which pales next to the real draw in this area: Awesome. Tacos.
East Williamsburg is still actively industrial. The hulking Pfizer Pharmaceutical Plant finally stopped running in recent years, but the blocks are filled with factories and warehouses that make everything from concrete to wontons (just follow the shifting scents in the air to find what's what). If it's hints of history you're after, a hike south of Metropolitan will turn up plenty of shuttered giants still bearing signs of the area's past as a textile and food production hub. Along the way, check out the Williamsburg Houses (1937) - - one of the first NYC housing projects, the massive, early modern complex has been preserved as an architectural landmark.
All of that spare factory space has helped turn this part of Brooklyn into a booming artist colony; the geography is particularly inviting for those working with large-scale installation pieces and heavy materials. Collectives such as 3rd Ward, Chez Bushwick, and House of Yes offer extensive rehearsal and workspaces for rent, fostering the development and exhibition of emerging painters, photographers, woodworkers, and even aerialists (no joke).
Excellent galleries are also thick on the ground: Ad Hoc Art puts up can't-miss collections of street and underground works, while Asterisk and Grace Space host outsider bands and performance artists, respectively. The NUTUREart gallery, now permanently located on Grand, is a vital stop for up-and-coming curators.
In between exhibits and openings, don't forget that the best way to see street art is out on the street. Keep your eyes open for amazing graffiti murals - - especially near Boerum Street at Graham Avenue - - and Banksy-style stencil works that pop up on abandoned walls and windows.
East Williamsburg was once the place for out of the way Italian joints (Carmine's is still a local institution), but an influx of Latin American immigrants over the past decade has created a stronghold of Salvadoran, Ecuadorian, and Mexican delights. Bahia makes freshly-made pupusas that are impossible to walk past; heavily-mirrored Barzola is a must for ceviche loyalists. If you have a date in tow, Mesa Coyoacan can't be beat for atmosphere.
If you're looking to drink the most for your dollar, this neighborhood's got your back. Two bucks will get you a beer at the Lock Inn or the super-dark King's County, also notable for its well-stocked whiskey shelf. For a value-added dive bar experience, head to Don Pedro; after dark the tiny Ecudorian restaurant deals in stiff cocktails and underground bands. Market Hotel is the best last stop for a night out in East Williamsburg - - the crumbling DIY venue is rife with warehouse-party energy.
Nightlife Empty industrial areas make for plentiful art spaces (3rd Ward, Asterisk, House of Yes), and there's always an exhibition worth checking out before finding a barstool. The divey Wreck Room serves 'em stiff and cheap; local fav duckduck is so cozy and low-key it's like drinking on your own porch.
Restaurants Yes, you can find great tacos in New York, all it takes is a few minutes on an L train. Awesome specimens can be had at Antojitos Mexicanos and Kiosco Piaxtla, while Grand Morelos dishes rice and beans 24/7. For artisanal pizza, it's Motorino or Roberta’s, two of Brooklyn's finest.
Shopping For all-day shopping, the best bet is to head back towards the BQE, but there are some stops to make on the way: The Vortex and Urban Jungle hold thrift-store treasures for anyone willing to put in the effort; local vendors line the Moore Street Market, recently saved from closure (again).
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Monday, December 07, 2009
Posted By:
Molly Riordan
Photo:
Molly Riordan
Mesa Coyoacan
"Upscale Mexican" is an absurdly Gringo turn of phrase for which Williamsburgers long had no use. But the food-fashion has brought south-of-the-border to North Brooklyn, and with it Mesa Coyoacan. The large candlelit tables make families out of couples forced to sit together beneath papel picado flags and dozens of framed photographs. These "traditional" trappings complement the food which--as I've never eaten in Mexico--I'll skip deeming "authentic" and go simply with "awesome." Fresh margaritas made with chili-infused tequila, chunky guacamole, carne asada with cactus salad, and chicken enchiladas with mole sauce so good I nearly reached across the table to lick my friend's plate. From the chef's menu construction to the friendly Spanish-speaking staff, one gets the feeling that Mesa recognizes its audience yet aims to maintain some modicum of authenticity. In the end, it doesn't matter what you call it, 'cause with a mouthful of mole you don't need words.
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Tuesday, December 01, 2009
Posted By:
Molly Riordan
Photo:
Molly Riordan
Sel de Mer
I do not understand people who "hate seafood." Mostly because I won't stick around such ignoramuses long enough to find out why. No such ninnies will be found at the butcher-paper clothed tables of Sel de Mer, a recent addition to the burgeoning Graham Avenue strip. The clam-shack sized restaurant announces its daily catch on the blackboard outside, a species-specific preview of perfect preparation to arrive at your table. Daily specials are highly recommended, as they should be at any good seafood restaurant, though even the fish and chips are impressively presented--especially if you're accustomed to London's late-night chippies like me. Oceanscapes and seamen adorn the walls, though no drunken sailors will be found in the midst (no liquor license--yet). Fabulous (sea)food and a great date spot so long as your date digs fish--and if they don't, dump 'em.
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Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Posted By:
Sarah Enelow
Photo:
Sarah Enelow
Carmine's
Graham Avenue between Metropolitan and Conselyea is a fascinating one-block microcosm of capitalism. Two like-minded businesses open across the street from each other and duke it out with their best product, trying to attract more customers than the competitor. This is true for the two dueling ice cream stands, and it's true for pizza. "Brand X" across the street ( Tony's) has ordinary slices, but Carmine's has a huge leg up with fresher ingredients (the toppings are probably ripped right from a garden), well-seasoned sauce, just the right amount of cheese, flawless thin crusts, excellent selection, and overall friendliness. Tony's doesn't suffer from bad service, but the pizza is just simply better at Carmine's. Plus, Carmine's has been around forever enduring all the demographic changes and hipster turnover. Carmine's also has other Italian offerings, from pasta to salads and dessert. But with pizza this good there's no reason to even look at the rest of the menu.
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Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Posted By:
Craig Nelson
Photo:
Craig Nelson
Motorino
I used to live in this fine part of Brooklyn
many years ago (way, way back in '05). It was fantastic. Old-school Italian
joints lived side-by-side with hip new bars. But when I moved to Manhattan, I really didn't
miss it all that much. But then Motorino opened a few months back on beloved Graham Avenue, and
my loyalties toward the nabe started coming back. Motorino is the perfect neighborhood
pizzeria just like they have in Napoli--marble
tables, young couples conversing over cheap bottles of wine, and, most
importantly, amazing wood oven-fired pizza. My favorite is the Sopressata
Picante topped with succulent meat from local favorite Emily's Pork Store. The
char on the crust is perfect, there's just the right amount of cheese, and the spicy
salami adds a nice touch of heat. So why the photo of the roasted artichoke
appetizer? I'm going to make you earn a glimpse of their fabulous pies. Go see
it live and in person. 2009 is going to be a rough year for new restaurants.
This is one I want to survive, if only to please my own pizza cravings.
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Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Posted By:
Molly Riordan
Photo:
Molly Riordan
Roberta's
On a windy wintery
night two bicyclists rode to a remote industrial street in East
Williamsburg with one mission: Roberta's pizza. The front of the
lodge-like room is dominated by the brick oven, open to the eyes of salivating
patrons, a performance space for some of the most amazing braising and baking
I've ever tasted. Diners get cozy at picnic tables and on country-kitchen
chairs over mason jars of wine and beer and take stock of the oven's offerings.
We warmed up with spicy olives and (roasted) Brussels sprouts--crispy outside,
juicy inside; half-spheres of vegetable perfection. There are several main
entrees which I promise to someday sample, but really it's all about the pizza.
With inventive combinations of fresh ingredients, including
Roberta's house-cured salami, choosing is delightfully difficult as everything
is guaranteed delicious. Our lovely waitress Sarah told us one young patron
asked whether the pizzas come down the ventilation chute and fall into the
oven. For all I can tell they come from heaven. Crispy, fresh, and dare I say
truly authentic, Roberta's makes me wish I lived in borderline Bushwick.
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Monday, November 10, 2008
Posted By:
Molly Riordan
Photo:
Molly Riordan
Mighty Diamond
I love what the sum of Mighty Diamond's parts should equate: Caribbean! Vegan! Variety! Cheap! Every time I do the math on my hunger-march home, the equation is delectably winning. But every time I attempt it, I'm left scratching my head. I WANT the Mighty Diamond problem to turn out right, but I always get a different, slightly-off answer. Tempeh "fish" with mango salsa, curry seitan "goat," and jerk tofu should be a festival of Caribbean flavor. Fake meats have the remarkable/freaky processed ability to taste like anything, but carnophilic anti-vegites could use MD as evidence that vegan food is by-and-large textureless, bland lumps of beige. Even my friend's iced hibiscus tea was weak and tasteless. The menu changes frequently allowing for surprises (the yams last winter were stellar), and I would happily drown in the coconut-peanut sauce accompanying their green beans. Every once in a while, Mighty Diamond gets it right, but every once in a while isn't going to pass the math class.
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Friday, October 10, 2008
Posted By:
Molly Riordan
Photo:
Molly Riordan
Ralph's Famous Italian Ices
The signs are everywhere: yellowing leaves, tiny dogs in tiny sweaters, flannel for function rather than fashion. Autumn is here. Thankfully, the kind people at Ralph's understand that wintery weather can't keep neighbors-in-the-know from his delicious ices. Throughout the summer the corner of Graham Avenue and Conselyea Street was a bustling cross-section of the local demographic, every imaginable type gathering to partake in ices and ice creams of even wider variety. Fruit and cream ices are a big draw, and I've heard it proclaimed by more than one self-styled connoisseur that Ralph's ice cream rivals even the purest boutique creams in the borough (oh, and BTW it's cheap! Two to three bucks, people!). But be warned! Despite perennial devotion, Ralph will close up in the winter months, so haul out your coat, excavate the pocketed crumpled bills and revel in the summer's last bliss before the city slips into a seasonal ice cream headache.
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Monday, July 23, 2007
Posted By:
Dana Gentile
Photo:
Courtesy of Pocket Utopia
Pocket Utopia is pleased to present 6 brave photographers who courageously make a space within a raw and demolished storefront. Where some gallery’s present shows in recently renovated yet not quite finished interiors, Pocket Utopia is simply sweeping aside the debris and putting up work. Eric Hairabedian theatrical color photographs are carefully posed, and Dana Gentile’s site-specific collages, personable and composed, creatively and delicately cover the raw space. Terry Girard’s Polaroids explore aspects of undefined and uncomfortable places. Kristopher Graves’ disarmingly descriptive images of solitary adventures reference nature but are not about the natural environment, and Jersey Walz’s black and white photographs glisten with sausages and other beautiful arrangements in light and space. Working in color, Tricia Zigmund hangs images created during the shooting of a film, along with other provocations and transgressions. What's inherent in all the work presented in this demolished space is that the show becomes a sculpture. Photographic imagery, portrait or collage, expands from the actual picture and floats off into the space, just for a moment, before renovation and change occur and the next image is captured.
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Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Posted By:
Craig Nelson
Photo:
Craig Nelson
You’ve probably heard of the Essex Street Market by now. On its last legs only a few years ago, it’s been revitalized thanks to the tenacity of the long time tenants, the creativity of the new ones, and the overwhelming force of the LES real estate market. The City of New York also never gave up on it (although I’m sure it was very tempting at times in the ‘80s). Well, there’s another great little public market out in another gentrifying ‘hood—Williamsburg. The Moore Street Market has been around sine the 1930s, and it has become a neighborhood institution for the Puerto Rican and Latino community. But now the city wants to move the tenants out of the original building into a new location. This move would completely destroy the fabric of the market community. Mayor LaGuardia would be rolling in his grave no doubt. With a little effort by the city they could probably rent the vacant stalls and renergize the market. Let's hope the city changes its mind and gives Moore Street another chance.
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