Fried chicken cemita at Cemita’s stand at Smorgasburg, the wonderful outdoor food fest that happens every Saturday down by the East River in Williamsburg. A half a sandwich each almost put an end to our eating plans.
Warming up with tea and fruit at Zenkichi, a Japanese brasserie that delighted us with its terrariums, trees growing through the middle of the restaurant, and its transparent ceiling.
Dinner at Prime Meats, where the salad covered in bleu cheese and bacon was by far the lightest thing we ate or drank – Herb & Gruyere Cheese Spätzle, two kinds of wurst, banana cream pie, and Manhattans.
And still there was more that went undocumented! I marveled at how the prices in Brooklyn were not that much higher than in Portland and how any of those restaurants could easily exist here (although not on every corner, and we would certainly fawn over each of them).
But while it’s a nice place to visit, and I’m glad I have a friend there, we were very excited to cross back over the river into Maine and be home again. That pace of eating is just not sustainable.