Over the last year or so, the NY Times discovered Brooklyn. Now almost every day you can find articles giving credit to recently arrived, bearded kidults of the corn for opening quirky and unheard of businesses like clothing stores, butcher shops, food trucks, bicycle stores, and bars - businesses that were never here before - and culturally blessing this bland borough of Brooklyn; a borough mistakenly thought to have truly vibrant cultures from around the world – tee hee hee, what a funny joke.
Now – as you’ll see in this video – NBC sends a reporter into :::♫♪♫cue ceremonial horns please♫♪♫::: WILLIAMSBURG, BROOKLYN!!!. Let’s see what they discovered, shall we?
First she stops in to this very odd place called a bowling alley that Brooklyn has never seen until the invasion of creative types. On any given night here, you’ll be able to rub shoulders with the borough’s most talented kickballers, fingerpainters and baristas while chugging over-priced microbrews poured by over-tattooed urban mixologists. It’s a place where nobody knows your name and everybody looks the same. ***Please note: Bowling balls in the establishment only come in 6 – 8 lbs due to the Nancy Reagan-physiqued beta-male clientele. If you wish to knock down all the pins in one shot, we suggest you bring your own 16lb bowling ball.***
Next the reporter goes clothes shopping in a store with unbelievable deals! For instance, the first blouse she picks up is reduced from $275 to $80!!! SCORE! Who needs to go to Macy’s and get three blouses or shirts for that price when you can buy one that was sewn by a latte-slurping Pippy Longstocking stunt-double who sews for 2 hours a day in her $3000 a month loft and bike rides for 6 hours a day with a basket full of organic rooftop veggies around the “nabe”?
Finally, I never thought I would hear anybody say the words “fish” and “movie theater” in the same breath – but this reporter did. Ahh yes, how appetizing – eating fish tacos in a dark, smelly theater that’s probably crawling with bedbugs. Hey, at least you get to see a quality ”indie flick” filmed by 3 guys named Josh, Josh, and Caleb; one writes the script over a 2 year period on his trusty Mommy-bought Macbook in 9 different coffee shops; one films everything with his Daddy-bought camera equipment; the other one rolls cigarettes, has a zany bed-head haircut and gives himself the title of Producer/Director and finds kewl urban streets in the East Village and Bushwick full of Bloomberg-era grit.