I don’t jump out of bed with the desire to spread wine love all over the state of New Jersey.
On the contrary, I can’t seem to get out of bed lately. I’ve never had life weigh me down like this before; work, family, death. Yeah, death. As much as you prepare yourself for a loss, it never seems to soften the blow. I hate to make this about me, but my senses seem to be laying on my skin, and my emotions I am putting in a jar. We will deal with those silly emotions later. (probably with a therapist)
So what happens when we are in this state of mind – who the heck wants to get off the couch. My couch is where I finally end the day, relax, become a child again. It took my friend Genelle three days to convince myself and another friend to take a “road trip” to Brooklyn.
To Brooklyn. You realize this is about an hour away. My mind cancelled about three times, I came up with a bunch of excuses, but decided to suck it up and go. Please kiss your friends that make you do things you don’t want to do. Praise them, keep them close, and celebrate them every chance you get. What a great day we had.
The intent was to see our friend compete in a Strongman (well, Strongwoman) competition at Brooklyn Athletic Club – really great box. She killed it, we screamed our faces off in support, and then we were hungry.
Next door, literally a few steps away, was a STUPID COOL rooftop experience; Berry Park. We weren’t looking for fancy, or a change your life culinary experience. A few cocktails and a sandwich fit the bill.
Then the sun came out – then the beer arrived – then the laughs, stories, release of tension could happen. Why am I not exploring? Why am I not curious about life outside my shell? Lesson learned; get out, pack a snack pack, grab your girlfriends, and road trip the hell out of life. Summer project; do things you wouldn’t do. I just signed up for a crossfit competition in June. I hate crossfit competitions. At 45 years old, I am competing in a crossfit competition. And, so it begins…
What we ate: Like I said, nothing fancy. Fried pickles a must; probably the best we have ever had. (and we are experts at the fried pic experience). Burger hit the spot, but the fries could have been better. (not worth the calories) Steak and eggs were on point, and an avocado BLT was well done. Who doesn’t like an avocado…
What we drank: Great beer list; totally funky. The wine list? Eh – ok. I feel like they were trying to hard for the hipsters. My friend’s sauvignon blanc was way to grassy with very little balance but loaded with acidity. I can’t even remember the name; that’s how much I liked it.
Would I go back: Well, maybe. Berry Park is right in the heart of Williamsburg: hipster central. Nothing against these lovelies, and no judgement. I just feel like I was in a episode of “The Hunger Games” where this little group of people were sectioned off and told to walk and dress the same. Very strange feeling.