My neighborhood keeps giving me more reasons to cancel my unlimited metro card and spend the rest of the winter in Brooklyn.
A creole restaurant called Catfish opened down the street and I had a chance to visit for dinner tonight with a friend. Soooo good. Not only was the hot toddy on point but I had blackened catfish over rice that made me feel like I was back in Tejas.
Too bad I came home and read THIS: a look at the changing face of Crown and Prospect Heights; and was reminded of what is really happening to this neighborhood.
“If I was white I would be a gentrifier,” noted Paulos, who said he felt safer in pre-gentrified Crown Heights. “But I’m not, so I’m a threat.”