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Over the bridge and through the East River, coming to you live from downtown: BROOKLYN. The sites, eats, and anomalies of NYC's best borough. Hipsters, Smorgasburg, and Spike Lee not included. It’s faster than Duolingo.
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Bagel /ˈbeɪɡəl/ (not BAHGULL)
Doesn’t exist anywhere but New York. Don’t make me say it: it’s the water. Everything untoasted with scallion smear and lox. Tomato, raw onion, and capers implied.
Barclays /ˈbɑːrkleɪz/ (Brooklynites are not necessarily Nets fans)
Catch a Liberty game or a Lil’ Kim concert.
Soldiers' and Sailors' Arch /ˈsəʊldʒərz ænd ˈseɪlərz ɑːrtʃ/ (The Meeting Place)
Grand Army Plaza's crown jewel. Looks like L’Arc de Triomphe. But wake up you’re not in Paris. You’re in Prospect Park. Or almost about to be.
Yogamom /ˈjoʊɡəˈmɑm/ (often called Pilatesmom)
Unemployed, but with nanny. Still extremely busy. Can eviscerate you socially.
Pizza /ˈpiːtsə/ (You don’t know the best spot, *I* know the best spot)
Fold it. Grease dripping, cheese stretching, crust crackling. It's not just pizza; it's a slice. Any flavor is fine, don’t let them tell you otherwise. But it has to be a thin slice, or you’re doing it wrong.
Fuggedaboutit /fəɡ-əd -ə-ˈbau̇t - ət/ (noun-verb-command-truth)
One word. Used to end unnecessary thoughts and conversations. Such as: “Ya think joo could just take me out and then never call, Tony? [motions to tight jean-clad full-figured hips] Ya neva seeing this again, Tony. Fuggedaboutit.”
Italian Ice /ɪˈtæljən//ˈaɪs/ (aka Icey)
Uncle Louis G’s or bus. Not to be confused with a slushy, piragua, sorbet, sherbet, gelato, granita, or froyo.
Stoop /sto͞op/ (noun-sometimes-derogatory adjective)
This is a stoop. Breeds stoop kids, who stoop out on stairs and no matter how many times you tell ‘em to stoop, will still be stoopin’ because that’s what you do on a stoop.
Brooklyn Bridge /ˈbrʊklɪn brɪdʒ/ (So many corpses inside)
Steel cables, gothic arches, and a photo op waiting at every step. But don’t stop in front of me to take one. Fucking tourists. Oh, also no one cares that you ran across it this morning. We get it. You’re a runner.
The F /T͟Hē//əf/ (homonymic-noun)
Let’s just say they call it the “F” train for a reason. You know the one. That goddamn train that never comes on time? It defies time and logic. It is orange. It is the worst.
The Cyclone /ˈsaɪkloʊn/ (Not to be confused with our minor league team)
Not just a roller coaster, a rite of passage. Because you have to be 4’ 6” to ride. Wooden rickety terror on Coney Island since 1927. Screams mandatory, whiplash guaranteed. You’ll be scared to get on, and disappointed when getting off ;)
Local Beer /ˈbrʊklɪn bɪər/
Hoppy, pretentious, and often consumed on a rooftop with a view of Manhattan.