Squatter's Camp on Fifth Ave?

From FIPS reader Diana:

"I have lived in the Slope for a decade and have noticed a few, uh, rather perpetually low-end, down on their luck storefronts on 5th Avenue (particularly between 4th and 9th street). But this one seriously takes the cake, and has profoundly perplexed me (its located between 6th and 7th St.'s, I think).  This, apparently, ungentrifiable patch of Park Slope decrepitude seems like something out of Grapes of Wrath, rather than trendy 5th Avenue."

Gotta say, we're in total agreement with Di: that place is fucking disgusting (though Kook should probs get his ass down there pronto, as that's a nice piece of graffiti real estate ass). If I wanted to look at shit like this, I'd just move to Williamsburg.

Poutine: Corner Burger's Homage to Canucks

What do all of these things have in common?: Celine Dion, Chris Benoit (RIP), Leonard Cohen, Steven Cojocaru, Corey Hart, Caroline Rhea, and Dick Pound, the former president of the World Anti-Doping Agency. 

Yep, all these mofos come from Montreal.

Sounds like a big list of LAME, if you ask me.

But Corner Burger has decided that another Montreal export is the wave of the future—they're serving NINE different types of Poutine, as well as four Americanized ones for babies who get freaked out by the idea of squeaky cheese curds.

Essentially, Poutine is a pile of artery-clogging goodness; french fries covered in gravy and topped with fresh cheese curds.  Many people refer to it as a dish that looks like vomit on a plate, and it's obviously not the most healthy thing in the world to eat—but maybe you could just close your eyes and accept that you've given up your New Year's Resolution to lose weight by now anyway.

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Desperately Seeking Kook

So there's an event at The Bell House. You're all like "Where the fuck is Gowanus?  How far will I have to walk?," but you want to see a band/go to a tasting event/one of Erica's meatups/whatever else they have going on there, so you start walking.

Perched on the corner of a particularly desolate stretch of nothing, on your way to The Bell House, you'll see some pretty expansive graffiti along the way declaring that "Kook wants your soul."  Pretty ominous, except for the "Kook" name.  Of course, when my friend and I left The Bell House about 4 hours later, "Kook wants your soul" was screamed into the night (and on the long walk back home).  

Since my first Kook sighting, he's popped up in several places around the nabe. 

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