On Day 5 I finally got the rest of the family out of the Brooklyn after 6pm.
Not because of my company or the promise of craft beer, but because Williamsburg has a giant Rough Trade shop.
The subway journey from Nostrand involved an exciting change half way at Broadway Junction.
Some of the cars in Williamsburg have clearly been imported from Havana.
Mrs RM and James enjoyed sunsets over Manhattan while Matt scoured the shelves for pre-post-hardcore.
Without success. But I did get told off for going in the “secret” door.
And, just for the Southworths:
US record shops will never rub out of Dylan vinyl.
The views from Hurricane Point were the best of the week.
The boys were bored, and of course barred from the Williamsburg craft scene, so went in search of burritos.
It’s easier to find cask in Williamsburg than NOT find street burritos.
We walked to Torst, which someone will now complain about the way I’ve written the “o”.
99 on RateBeer, which is like getting the BRAPA pub of the month in England.
Torst is no BRAPA pub.
By a margin the most expensive beer I had in New York. Think Mikkeller Copenhagen.
That’s about £20 of beer just there. I didn’t need a plant pot though. Almost worth it.
But the food wouldn’t have fed a pigeon, so we ended up over the road in Keg & Lantern with the Pixies and baseball from West Ham.
And a filthy plate of nachos.