Brooklyn I Hardly Knew YaWho said you can never go home again? Well today I did just that. While my daughter attended the umpteenth Bat Mitzvah service of the season, I wandered around Brooklyn Heights - not exactly my old stomping grounds, but at least a semi familiar part of the beloved borough where I was born and raised. Since I knew I was going to be spending a few hours on my own, I tweeted a few Brooklyn experts for advice and within minutes, Liz Gumbinner, Nicole Feliciano and Anna Fader offered up a list of suggestions of where and how to spend my day.
Morning Jo at the Vineapple coffee shop - Liz suggested my first stop should be at this hip cafe on Pineapple street that's populated with lots of artsy writer types. The place is totally cozy, has wifi (the password is conveniently plastered on one one of walls), comfy couches, tables and board games. I ordered a latte with skim milk, whipped out my iPad and read the latest edition of the New York Post from cover to sports section.
A stroll along the promenade - After I finished my coffee and two toddlers usurped my
spot on the couch,I left Vineapple and made my way to the promenade - a picturesque pathway that I still remember visiting when I was a teen. I took a stroll along the walk and as I gazed out into the East River, I saw a handful of people kayaking. Wait, what? This is so not the Brooklyn I remember well - it was soooooo clean!
Brooklyn Bridge (Photo credit: Akibubblet)
Made my way back to Montague street for a little window shopping. Liz recommended that Tango was a must see for shoppers. Meanwhile, Anna said to check out Prospect Park, while Nicole said I'd love DUMBO and one of her favorite restaurants, Almondine. Instead, I found a new mani-pedi place on Montague Street called VIP where I got the full treatment and finished in just enough time to see a text from my daughter that she wanted to be picked up in 20 minutes.
Almost adopted a pet - Walked out the door and noticed the local pet food store was offering up kittens for adoption. Almost left with an orange tabby that drew a striking resemblance to our treasured Rudy, but decided it was still too soon to bring another cat home with us.
Who said you can't go home again? After I picked Becca up, I plugged in an address to the nav and off we went. As we made our way through once familiar neighborhoods where I instinctually locked my windows and doors, we passed the Brooklyn Academy of Music, the Botanical Gardens, Crown Heights, Flatbush and many more familiar streets. Before we knew it, we had arrived at my childhood home in Canarsie.
A trip down memory lane...I couldn't help myself, but after I made Becca take a few photos from her phone of the outside of my old house, I told a man who looked at us like we were nuts that I grew up there and he just waved and smiled. A few minutes later, a woman came outside with her son and dog and I once again gushed that she was living in my childhood home. It turned out she was the person who purchased the home from my parents 13 years ago and still remembered them. She then invited us inside and I couldn't wait to see my old room. What I found totally strange was that the entire house seemed so much smaller than I remember it. My room no longer had that Laura Ashley style purple floral wallpaper and lavender carpet I had picked out as a teen. Our old den looked different without the shag carpet and my dad's favorite brown recliner, but the dining and living room still looked familiar since Mom had left some of our furniture behind.
English: Looking east across Flatbush Avenue and down Avenue U at Kings Plaza on a sunny afternoon (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
Cruising past my hangouts...Paerdegat Athletic Club, South Shore High School - which has since been boarded up and closed down, the Arch Diner, Ralph Avenue and Kings Plaza, while I drove down Ralph Avenue, I asked Becca to take a few more pix so I could remember our special day and the fact that I probably won't be back again anytime soon.
Final Stop...Original Pizza! If you grew up in Brooklyn then there are two things we are passionate about. Our bagels and our pizza. Maybe it's something in the water, but all I can say is there is nothing that quite compares to a slice of Brooklyn pizza. And so, I treated my daughter to her first taste of Original Pizza and then ordered a pie for my husband. And then we were on our way.
One last glimpse...Most Romantic Restaurant in Canarsie -- as we hopped on the Belt Parkway, I pointed out the place where her dad and I celebrated after getting engaged - Abracciamento -- a romantic Italian restaurant located on Jamaica Bay in Canarsie.
Home Sweet Home. We arrived back in New Rochelle and when I asked my daughter if she'd ever like to live in Brooklyn, she replied: "No way - I love having all this open space and I want to live in our house forever." In fact, I found out her master plan is to live in our house once my husband and I move out. Except she said she and her brother are going to have to fight for it since he wants to live there too.
So there you have it. One very special day where I got to relive everything that's great about Brooklyn while taking a trip down memory lane with my daughter. And I will never forget it. Here's hoping she takes her own daughter one day to all her favorite childhood haunts. Something tells me the Westchester Mall won't be as nostalgic as Kings Plaza, but one never knows.