Postcard from (Safe European) Home
There aren’t too many things I really miss about living in Park Slope. Except the Food Co-Op. And Gorilla Coffee, whose premises I’m sitting in right now, wired to the gills on the Nicaraguan, using the free wi-fi, listening to Give ‘Em Enough Rope which is being played loud enough to necessitate aspirin.
There aren’t too many things I miss about English food, either. Except when it comes to the holidays, and I start longing for what they call ‘comfort’ foods. So I just popped into the local Key Food which became famous a couple of years ago for introducting an English imports section. (There are so many damn Brits in Park Slope that, yes, the local supermarket has an “English” section.) As I loaded into my bare arms (baskets being for cissies and the organized) an assortment of Heinz Baked Beans, McVities digestives, Jaffa Cakes, mince pies and HP Sauce, the manager watched me and exclaimed, “Man, you’re getting yourself a serious fix.” He then followed me to the check-out to tell me they would shortly be receiving British bacon and blood pudding – to which I replied that, the unhealthy food in my arms notwithstanding, I’m actually vegetarian. He did not ask me why, in that case, I was buying mince pies.
All I need now is a pint of Old Speckled Hen at The Gate while eating a mushroom pie from the Chip Shop while talking to bartender Gary about the latest Spurs results and it’ll be like I never left. London or Brooklyn, I’m not quite sure.
PS: Posie, if you’re reading this, the new owners put a new light outside the downstairs door. Otherwise the place looks exactly the same.