1. drag any bored soul across the east river to brooklyn on the weekend, where you will most likely be stranded with a bunch of hairy hipsters and be forced to take the ferry back (contrary to how i made it sound, the ferry is actually quite lovely)
2. enter the smorgasburg premises. anxiety ensues as you begin to scour the rows of vendors. lines 15+ people long. 7 different kinds of lemonade. 3 types of sausage. and only 1 stomach to fit it all.
3. do a walk through, with your stomach rumbling. you will either: A) go for the first mouth watering stall you see to stuff your now empty hangover stomach or B) starve yourself until you settle on the perfect bite to satisfy your brunch-y craving
4. repeat this process until fully stuffed. take a break under the minimal shade offered by prepubescent tree shrubs and open the top button of your shorts. let it out girlfriend. be free.
5. go back for more.
beet-agave lemonade
corn dog
carmelized onion, gruyère, sour dough grilled cheese courtesy of milk truck
bourbon pecan bite
this sucker cost $1.50 but tasted like $10
blueberry, white peach
truffle-parmesean frites
...which she ate with a tiny fork
cheers, new york.
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