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If you gathered all the people I know in one room and asked everyone to shout out the first fact that comes to mind about me, I'm guessing that 98% of them would say: SHE'S ADDICTED TO DIET COKE (ok, and/or maybe: WHAT A BITCH).
Anyway.
This Diet Coke thing is kind of out of hand.
So I realize that I'm a dog person and that you're all just gonna accuse me of being canine biased, but this shit has confused me for Y-E-A-R-S: landlords who will allow cats and not allow dogs. I seriously just don't get it.
This fall, Park Slope will be the home of a new burger joint when 4th Ave’s Root Hill Cafe expands its business to include Root Hill Burger. In an absolutely (not) shocking, (nor) unexpected move, they will serve unique, signature burgers. These burgers will be made from meats and cheeses with names that make them sound more important than the kind you put on your own grill during a barbeque.
I kid (OK, only a little). I am a fan of sausage and lamb patties, which are the centerpieces of two of the nine burgers that Root Hill will be serving up. They will also serve beer, wine and kombucha on draft for you more adventuresome boozers. During the warmer months there will be outdoor seating. And we all know how much people in Brooklyn love eating outdoors.
As someone who's inhabited 8 different apartments in the past 6 1/2 years of living in New York City, I've had my fair share of landlords. While most have been pleasant and reasonable, one will always stand out in my mind as the worst landlord I've ever had. For the sake of this article I'll call her "Margaret."
Margaret owned a 4-story brownhouse in north Park Slope where she'd lived for the past 50 years, having grown up there. In 2008, my roommate and I moved into the ground floor unit of the nearly 100 year-old building.