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Monday
Jul152013

Restaurant Saul Moving from Smith Street to Brooklyn Museum

Tired of seeing all of their fancy-pants visitors leave for dinner instead of slumming it in their lame-ass "café," the Brooklyn Museum has made the brillian move of bringing the restaurant Saul to this fine instiution. As reported in The New York Times:

The door is closing on Saul Bolton’s restaurant on Smith Street in Boerum Hill, Brooklyn. Sunday will be its last day. But this is a happier story than the usual tale of a lost lease. The restaurant will be reborn in the fall in the Brooklyn Museum, perhaps as the borough’s answer to the Modern.

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Monday
Jul152013

[FIPS Was There...] Park Slope Dad Goes to Taylor Swift Concert

I have a confession to make. I’m an awful dad. My two kids (one of each) will tell you otherwise but I know the truth. I’m awful. I work too much. My attendance at school events is spotty at best. I can never remember their friends’ names or whether and when I may have met their parents (never mind their names). I coach little league sports but a) only for my son and b) my overall win-loss record makes Jets fans feel good about themselves. I let them eat frozen food and drink Gatorade.

It’s bad. It’s just awful.

But I do have one thing going for me. I’m a Park Slope Dad. Now, you may hate on the Park Slope Dad (PSD).  I get it.  I have a complicated relationship with him, too.  He (not me) has a four-story brownstone that he gut renovated. He has a job that pays way better than yours. He walks his kids to school – every day! He stops for a leisurely coffee with the Mommies at Connecticut Muffin and they think he’s just so cute and why can’t you be more like him. He ran the marathon so many times that he stopped doing it because it was no longer a challenge. He does fucking yoga. And he somehow spends an inordinate amount of business hours meandering about the neighborhood, while you’re making a permanent impression on your office chair. Okay, I hate him a little, too.

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Monday
Jul152013

Brownstone formerly known as the Pink House on the market again

Image credit : Jeanne Noonan/NYDailyNewsThe once “Pink House” is up for grabs…again.  Neighborhoodies will, of course, remember the illustrious Pink House that so uniquely set itself apart. 

The house at 233 Garfield Place sold last year for $2.395 million—a meager fee considering the new $4.795 million price tag.  The buyer’s first order of business was to paint it doo-doo brown.  What the hell did they put in that place for a $2.4 million markup? If I were to jump on that there had better be some serious secret passages, a gold staircase and maybe even a marble cherub pissing hot fudge onto my built-in Cold Stone Ice Cream Bar.  Whatever the improvements, they are trying to flip the shit out of this house. Me thinks somebody has been watching “Property Brothers.”

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Friday
Jul122013

FiPS Juicy: Best Stories of the Week

In case you spent this past week trying to avoid the unbearable heat while giddily anticipating Sharknado, here's a quick wrap-up of juicy FIPS news that graced the pages of our blog this week:

* FIPS Had A Cronut And Didn't Even Have to Wait on Line
* FIPS Summer Stories: Two if by Hipster
* The Trendification of the Brooklyn Girl
* Cool or Not Cool: Strip Club Ad on 4th Ave. Billboard
* Hold On and MmmmBop Until Closing Time

Friday
Jul122013

Park Slope cops blast Darth Vader's Imperial March

Imagine going for your nightly run in Prospect Park, when you suddenly hear Darth Vader's theme song blaring  in the distance. According to Daily Intelligencer, this is exactly what happened to Tyler Sargent a couple of weeks ago:

Tyler Sargent was out for a nighttime run in Prospect Park two weeks ago, at around 9 p.m., when he heard some familiar music in the distance. It was the "Imperial March" — also known as Darth Vader's theme song — and it was growing louder. That's when an NYPD cruiser drove by him, "blasting" the song "at a volume that surely must have drowned out any emergencies being dispatched from the Death Star," Sargent (who happens to be the former bassist for the band Clap Yours Hands Say Yeah).

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