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The Finds / Dining in the Hood

April 18, 2016 By Beth Kaiserman Filed Under: Eat Local Tagged With: beef, beef carpaccio, breakfast, burrata, coffee, italian dishes, Live music, Local restaurants, mexican food, Park Slope, prawns, Smorgasbord, steaks, taqueria, Windsor Terrace, wine

Local Restaurants Bring Smorgasbord of Tastes

Stroll through Park Slope on a sunny day, and your eyes will usually find a restaurant you’ve never noticed. There are so many places to eat, it can be impossible to choose one. Here’s a rundown of a few unique spots we’ve found in the past year that tickled our taste buds. Have a spring adventure and check one out for yourself!

 

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Carnem — 318 5th Avenue

Carnem, which opened last May, offers up classic steaks, sauces, and seafood with a side of whimsical delights like pork belly cotton candy lollipops. Yes, it’s a delicious tender pork belly surrounded by a pink cloud of cotton candy, served on a stick. For the more straightforward meat fare, the beef carpaccio is excellent: filet mignon, served with fried capers, parmesan, oyster cream sauce, and crispy potato skins. The menu, curated by owner Jacob Krumgalz, offers a bit of fun with your standard steakhouse staples, perfect for a celebratory night out.

 

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Prawn Shop  —  669 Union Street

If you thought the closest thing Gowanus had to the seashore was the Whole Foods patio next to the canal, you’re wong. Prawn Shop has asnwered the call for local, sustainable seafood, including creative seafood boils like the Far East, with sweet potato, green curry and coconut. They source from New York and New England, and Prawn Shop aims to showcase local fish and seafood, even if the options are less widely known. Hang out at a communal picnic table outside and enjoy dollar oysters and prawns for happy hour, or try out the newly launched brunch menu. Also, the chalkboard behind the bar helps you decode the art of crab shucking using Breaking Bad references.

 

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Varrio 408 412 — 5th Avenue

The crew from Rachel’s Taqueria, two doors down, opened this spot last year, slinging fresh tortillas and Mexican fare from Tijuana. Watch them make the nicely blistered tortillas using a comal, and order meats family style for build-your-own tacos. Tacos, burritos, and mulas are also available à la carte. Don’t skip the carne asada al carbÓn, with perfectly juicy medium rare skirt steak. It’s a no-frills spot to eat some quick tacos with a homemade agua fresca, or take food to go. Visit Rachel’s Taqueria for a more sit-down experience.

 

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Hugo and Sons 367 — 7th Avenue

On the first warm night of March, Hugo and Sons was buzzing with hungry, happy people. Andrea Taormina was running the show, seating people into slick, red booths and serving dishes inspired by his childhood in Palermo, Sicily. A delicious burrata is made light and refreshing by celery, apple, pine nuts, and parsley, with a light drizzle of extra virgin olive oil. The pappardelle with sausage, fennel, and chili peppers had just the right amount of spice that sneaks up on you while you bite through perfectly cooked pasta. A fairly simple menu offers mostly Italian dishes with a few French and American foods as well. Find pizzas, pastas, salads, a full kids’ menu, and also gluten-free dough and a gluten-free bun for the burger. A fun spring activity might be working your way through their pasta selections and asking Andrea for wine suggestions, including a few unfiltered orange wines.

 

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Krupa Grocery — 231 Prospect Park West

Settle in for a nice breakfast at this charming spot right by Prospect Park, owned by the folks behind Slope Cellars and Windsor Wines across the street. Breakfast is served from 9 a.m. to 5 p.m. daily, and brunch is served on the weekends. The energy was sunny as I enjoyed breakfast gnocchi with fried eggs, bacon, kale, squash, and breadcrumbs and large lemon ricotta pancakes, and neither dish was too greasy or heavy for a satisfying morning meal. But the highlight was their serious attention to the beverage program, especially the coffee from Irving Farm Coffee Roasters. Good coffee is crucial to a solid breakfast spot, and Krupa offers both a rotating hot coffee option and a rotating nitro iced coffee. The cafe portion of the restaurant is open daily for grab-and-go coffee and pastries from Ovenly. There’s also a rotating Kombrewcha on tap, and the draft lineup changes regularly. The spot’s name pays homage to the newsstand that was there for twenty years before the restaurant. (The landlords still live upstairs.) The space was then styled in honor of legendary jazz drummer Gene Krupa. Enjoy a Tuesday night dinner accompanied by live music at 8 p.m. Though it was too early for me when I visited, the panko-crusted shrimp burger is calling my name for lunch or dinner.

 

image2Shrimp Boil with Far East Sauce, Prawn Shop.

 

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Burrata with apple, celery, pine nuts, and parsley, Hugo and Sons.

 

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Breakfast gnocchi, Krupa Grocery.

 

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Beef Carpaccio with oyster cream sauce, crispy capers, potato skins and parmesan, Carnem.

 

 

 

Filed Under: Eat Local Tagged With: beef, beef carpaccio, breakfast, burrata, coffee, italian dishes, Live music, Local restaurants, mexican food, Park Slope, prawns, Smorgasbord, steaks, taqueria, Windsor Terrace, wine

EAST, MEET WEST

April 11, 2016 By Sarah Jacobs Filed Under: Healthy Living Tagged With: acupuncture, Chinese Medicine, Eastern Medicine, healing, Healing Arts, healing therapies, holistic health, meridians, Park Slope, TCM, wellness

My first foray into Eastern Medicine and alternative healing therapies was at the age of twenty-eight. My body was shutting down, plagued with chronic fatigue and autoimmune disorder, I was desperate. I had been laughed at by gastroenterologists, endocrinologists, and various other -ologists, shipped from office to office as soon as I reached the edge of that particular doctor’s particular scope of knowledge. A vegetarian at the time, I was smugly told that a cheeseburger was “probably the answer to my issue.” Or worse, I was told that my “issue” didn’t really exist at all. But, intuitively I knew something wasn’t right. And so, I went on a quest for answers and for healing.

I am a skeptic by nature. An open-minded one, but a question asker. I always want to believe, but need to be shown a convincing argument in order to do so. Now, I am a practitioner in the realm of holistic health and nutrition myself, and I still like asking questions. But, I also still like being made to believe.

I’m no connoisseur of Traditional Chinese Medicine (TCM) and furthermore, no expert in acupuncture. But according to my research, acupuncture has been practiced in China for around 2,000 years, some experts even claiming that it’s been around much longer than that. And while the amount of time it’s been in use is up for conversation, so it seems, is its validity.

Like any good educated American doing research, I looked it up acupuncture on Wikipdedia. Of course, it mentions Traditional Chinese Medicine and explains the physical attributes that we all associate—thin needles being inserted at certain points on the body. But then it states, “…TCM theory and practice are not based upon scientific knowledge, and acupuncture has been described as a type of pseudoscience.” …hmmm.

The Mayo Clinic goes into more detail explaining acupuncture’s goal of balancing the flow of energy—known as qi (CHEE)—believed to flow through pathways—known as meridians—in the body. The Mayo Clinic also goes deeper, explaining acupuncture in terms of Western science, “…many Western practitioners view the acupuncture points as places to stimulate nerves, muscles, and connective tissue. Some believe that this stimulation boosts your body’s natural painkillers and increases blood flow.”

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the trusty Urban Dictionary calls acupuncture, “A jab well done”. And laugh if you will, but it may be beneficial to suspend disbelief when it comes to health, which we can all agree is no laughing matter.

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I’ve always found an interesting tug-of-war between Eastern and Western medicine. They seem to exist in the world as mutually exclusive entities. A haughty, my-way-or-the-highway type of attitude coming from the West, and a softer more “look at me, ma! No hands!” sort of need for attention from the East. But like any true wanna-be-believer, I wonder if there’s validity to both arguments and a space where the two converge on even, healthy ground. And so in a quest, not unlike my personal one a few years back, I set out on foot, boots to Park Slope streets, to talk to a few practitioners and define acupuncture for myself.

My first stop was Brooklyn Acupuncture. I went up a small staircase and opened the door that was left propped for me after I rang the buzzer. As I waited in the tiny entrance area, out of one of the treatment rooms walked a woman a bit groggy and clearly in a relaxed state of being. Just after her, walked Zoe, all tattooed arms and chill vibes.

After setting up another appointment with her blissed-out patient, Zoe and I sat to chat. I learned she was once a dancer and baker in Portland, and years ago when she injured her back, acupuncture was the only thing that led her to find relief. Soon after, she decided to study.

It appears that her approach to wellness is as chill as her vibe. “Some people come in and want me to boss them around, give them strict rules. But, I don’t really work like that,” she said. Of the belief that extremes are part of our culture’s problem, she prefers a gentler approach. And, while she’s not against cutting things like dairy and gluten from the diets of some, she’s not the practitioner to put a patient into a box and take a singular course of action.

We chatted more about the state of health and the state of humans. We commiserated over our culture’s glorification of busy. Everyone’s living, “up here” she said, as she waved her hands above her head. “Even just sitting still and going into this rest-and-digest, meditative state, which acupuncture does, is probably incredibly beneficial for some.” But, Zoe emphasizes life outside of the treatment room, too, “diet and lifestyle is step one, that’s what keeps you well. Acupuncture and Chinese medicine is when that’s not enough.”

When I asked her about skeptics and non-believers, her response was simple, “not believing in it is like saying we don’t believe in what lots of other cultures have been using for lots of years.” And while she understands the importance of studies, she knows they can’t really be applied to acupuncture. “How do you do a double blind study on acupuncture? If you’re touching those points, you’re already energetically doing something,” she reasoned. A final chat about sugar in our food supply, I snapped a few pics and was on my way.

I walked quickly to make my next appointment. Garden Acupuncture’s office was big and much more medicinal in its feel. It sits on a main drag of the Slope, near some other health and wellness focused businesses. In the window, a large statue of Ganesh presides—the Hindu god of wisdom and good luck, known to clear obstacles and difficulties.

It isn’t clear at first, but throughout conversation it becomes evident that Alex and Lisa, the co-founders of Garden, are husband and wife, and they seem a balanced team—Alex answered questions technically with a formal and even cadence, while occasionally his wife would chime in with a warmer, more personal tone.

Garden has been around for seven years, and the two know their stuff. Alex started training with a doctor in his teen years after being treated personally, and then later he and Lisa met while in school in Ohio. They see patients for a variety of things, but their self-proclaimed specialty is fertility. “Personally, that’s all I do,” Alex said. When I mentioned that within the context of fertility, “success” is pretty definitive—you either you have an extra human or you don’t—they were very happy to tell me that their success rate is very high. “We’re happy to say we see a lot of extra humans,” Lisa said with a smile.

They employ many different types of TCM practitioners, are open late, and soon will be open seven days per week. This allows for frequency of visits, as they stress that acupuncture is accumulative and requires multiple and consistent treatments. It’s clear that the team is dedicated to becoming a neighborhood kind of place.

A few blocks walk and I arrived at what Helene Kostre has named, Acupuncture and Healing Arts of Park Slope. Upon walking in, the space is welcoming. Helene was warm, her thick Brooklyn accent a nice surprise. She feels familiar. I was offered water in a cute little paper cup, the kind I remember from the dentist when I was a kid. I was shown down the hall to the treatment rooms, and all elicited that same feel—oddly familiar and reminiscent of some distant relative’s home.

We sat down in her office in the back. Our conversation was very natural and flowing. You can tell she loves talking about health and alternative healing as much as I do. She made it clear pretty quickly that she incorporates many modalities in her approach to healing and attributes this to her realization that sometimes she “needs to go deeper, on an emotional, physical, spiritual level.” And so, she’s also proficient in nutritional counseling, emotional therapy, kinesiology, and what she calls, “clearing trauma.”

I quickly came to understand why she calls her practice, “Acupuncture and Healing Arts,” she takes a creative approach to an individual’s health and you can tell that she’s interested in figuring out the root cause of her patients’ ailments. “I treat the whole person because it’s all connected. The thing they came in for may be the last thing to get fixed. There are just so many layers.” She explained. And you get the sense that she sees layers that others don’t, “Everything is energy. It’s a flow.” She also mentioned the body’s innate ability to heal itself, but that there’s so much stress and so many environmental toxins that things go wrong and it gets past the point of knowing how. The body needs direction. Acupuncture, she says, and the rest of her work tap into the body’s natural ability to mend itself.

We talked about kinesiology and how miraculous I think it is. The use of muscle testing for diagnoses and treatment of the body is a bizarre approach that I probably wouldn’t believe if I hadn’t watched it work on my own flesh and bone. To me it was like magic, but Helene was less enchanted than I. To her, kinesiology just makes sense. “You aren’t testing the muscle,” she explained, “you aren’t testing strength, you’re testing the brain’s response to various nerve endings and muscles. The body—it’s all connected.” It doesn’t surprise me that Helene keeps using the word, “connected”.

My last stop was on the border of Gowanus. The entrance to Park Slope Acupuncture was the epitome of quaint. I knocked on the door and was greeted by a cheerful and animated, Sarah Rivkin. She welcomed me in and gave me surprisingly comfy slippers in exchange for leaving my shoes at the door. Her office is small, but like any good New York space, well executed. It was brightly colored and cheerful, and it made sense later in the meeting when she mentioned that pediatrics are one of her specialties.

She and I bonded a bit over our shared histories in the performing arts—she was an opera singer before going into TCM, and organically Opera fell away as her practice began to grow. Like the other practitioners, she seemed a bit skeptical of me when I mentioned skeptics. She, too, explained acupuncture with a Western twist, citing studies and putting it in the context of nerve endings and pathways, more so than qi and meridians.

Her pediatric specialty was intriguing. Sarah works with a lot of teenagers, because “there’s a lot of stress with school work and expectations.” It was nice to hear someone talk candidly about teens without rolling their eyes and mentioning hormonal shifts and erratic behavior. We all remember how hard it was being a teenager and, acupuncture aside, her presence and compassion I’m sure are welcomed by that age group.

A few more opera recommendations and we said goodbye. I had one more phone call with Kimberly Kulseng of Compass Acupuncture and Wellness before my research was complete. And, like the other practitioners, Kimberly, too, seemed a bit skeptical of me. The repeated caution I encountered made me wonder how often these practitioners have to explain or defend their chosen profession. Kimberly and I chatted about her offerings, as she also involves other modalities including reiki, and what she calls, “the usuals,” when it comes to TCM—Chinese herbs, moxibustion, cupping, and gua sha. She sees patients for a variety of things, but said she deals with a lot of stress management and anxiety. We agreed that life is very stressful these days.

When I asked her, “Why do you think acupuncture works?” She laughed loudly and warmly and replied, “Well that’s a loaded question!” Her explanation was familiar with reference to studies and nerve bundles. And, she went deeper to say that a lot of doctors are making the connection between acupuncture and the body’s fascia, or connective tissue. But what stuck out most in her explanation was that at one point, she took a moment to think, and then said, “You know, the body’s just a miracle. It sounds cheesy, but the human body is miraculous. How everything works synergistically. We take it for granted all the time.” I couldn’t argue with her there.

My acupuncture adventure over, I let the notes of the day settle in my mind as I found my way home. Visiting so many practitioners back to back highlighted differences that are less discernable with space and time. And the difference didn’t come in the form of experience, schooling, or the level of care that patients receive. It was more that each practitioner had such a specific vibe and (taking a tip from acupuncture) energy.

And energy is interesting. We have no problems talking about this force in our daily lives—about whether we have high energy or low energy, about the energy in a room, or the energy that’s given off by certain people. But for whatever reason, we bring that idea to the topic of health, and somehow it loses all relevance.

Our Western minds need science. Things like qi and meridians are uncommon, a stuff of magic, and maybe even nonsense. But every practitioner I spoke to had the same approach when explaining the stuff of acupuncture: “You bring it to the Western mind,” as Alex of Garden Acupuncture put it. He and his wife equated it to a circuit within your body and electricity. And Helene explained it like this, “you can send a text on your phone to print something from halfway around the world. You, personally, don’t know how it works. But it just does.”

So, it seems, that there might also be a fair amount of faith in acupuncture and alternative healing, accepting knowledge that can’t necessarily be explained with a double blind study and Harvard educated doctors. But when it comes to your health—when the worst adverse reactions to treatment are a little bruising and grogginess—it seems to make more sense to me to be skeptical of prescription medications than of acupuncture.

While you can say what you will about the science, there was one thing that stood out about all of the practitioners—they each exuded a deep willingness and hope that they can help. And sometimes, when you’re looking for answers, finding someone that’s on your team, listening, and fighting for you to win is enough. I don’t know how long I would have been sick if I hadn’t opened my mind to alternative schools of thought. And while Wikipedia may include “pseudoscience” in its definition, the trusty Urban Dictionary calls acupuncture, “A jab well done”. And laugh if you will, but it may be beneficial to suspend disbelief when it comes to health, which we can all agree is no laughing matter. I was a skeptic. And while I could look to explain acupuncture in terms of nerve endings and neurological pathways, Kimberly Kulseng put it best, “the body is a miracle.” And really, all the science aside, we simply can’t argue with what works.

Filed Under: Healthy Living Tagged With: acupuncture, Chinese Medicine, Eastern Medicine, healing, Healing Arts, healing therapies, holistic health, meridians, Park Slope, TCM, wellness

Playing House

February 22, 2016 By Nicole Kear Filed Under: Dispatches From Babyville Tagged With: child raising, comedy, Dispatches from Babyville, dollhouse, family, family relations, humor, parenting, Park Slope

For Christmas last year, my daughters got a dollhouse. By New York City standards, it’s really more of a doll mansion than a house. Four stories, massive terrace on the second floor, private garage, and a charming two-person swing hanging from an attached archway. Every time I look at the dollhouse, I imagine what the doll version of our real apartment would be, an exercise that only depresses and demoralizes me. No parent would buy that doll-apartment—except maybe for New York City parents, because, after all, it would be a space-saver.

My girls love their dollhouse. I love their dollhouse. It fulfills my real estate dreams and allows me to realize my housekeeping aspirations. Because while I don’t have a shot in hell at keeping my real house tidy, I keep an immaculate dollhouse. 

My three children are humans (as far as I know) but their effect on our home is not like that of humans. It is like that of weather. Bad weather. Ruinous weather. Hurricanes. Tornadoes.

The eye of the storm is my three year-old, Terza. Her messes are not just epic, but Homeric. I’d be impressed by their breadth and ambition, if I wasn’t so busy having a nervous breakdown.

Terza is an upender. Before selecting a pair of socks, she needs to upend the entire bin and ponder all of her choices spread out before her. Ditto with the underwear and the pants and the shirts—and the toys. She upends packs of crayons, containers full of ponies, tubs of beads, packs of cards, boxes of blocks. Apparently, it takes so much energy to upend everything that there’s none left to put it all away. I try to get her to clean up, I really do. But being a savvy third child, she knows that more often than not, if she stalls long enough, we’ll eventually have to rush off to pick up or drop off a sibling, and by the time we get home, it’ll be past her bedtime and I’ll be so fried and ready for all three-year-olds to be asleep, that I’ll “put a pin” in her mess which is to say, send her to bed and clean it up myself.

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The older kids—my daughter, eight and son, ten—no longer create state-of-emergency messes.  With the big kids, the mess is less a downpour and more a steady, unrelenting drizzle. They move through the place, constantly dropping personal belongings everywhere, like Hansel with his breadcrumbs—only for no good reason. Hairbrushes, socks, markers, books, headbands, and always, everywhere, endless pieces of paper. I’m surprised they have time to get anything else done, so busy are they picking up items and depositing them in a new location.

I’m surprised I have time to get anything done, so busy am I nagging them constantly to “Put this back where you found it!” and “Put your dirty clothes in the hamper!” and “Put these clothes back in your drawer and don’t you dare put them in the hamper because you wore them for five minutes and they are about as dirty as a Mister Rogers episode!”

On bad days—snow days, or worse, playdate days —it takes hours to wrestle our house into order again. Even on our best days, it takes a full hour– and even then, it’s not clean enough that I’d invite Child Protective Services—or my mother—over. I can never get our house clean. The most I can hope for is that it appears habitable.

But it takes mere minutes to make the dollhouse immaculate—no matter how anarchic the mess. And it does get anarchic in there.

When my girls play in the dollhouse, their dramas are not your usual “family” fare.  More often than not, they play with animals, many of which are feral. This results in much stampeding and charging and attacking—which wreaks havoc on a domicile. Even when they play with people, their dramas are tragedies of a very physical nature. Doctors are constantly being sent for because characters are inevitably wounded, sometimes fatally. There is also quite a lot of dancing that goes on in the dollhouse—dancing which brings the roof down, literally.

Every night, the dollhouse looks as if it has been ransacked by a gang of thugs or has just hosted five simultaneous frat parties. The furniture isn’t just overturned; it’s overturned in the wrong room. The fridge is in the master bedroom, the bunk beds are in the kitchen, the sofa’s on the terrace. Most disquieting of all, the charming two-person swing is off its hinge and lying on its side a few feet away.

So, every night, I groan and sigh and shake my head. And then, ignoring the mess in my actual home, I kneel down and set about tidying up the dollhouse. I don’t have to clean the dollhouse, but I want to. It calms me the way a glass of wine or evening yoga might calm a less crazy person.

Cleaning the dollhouse takes about three minutes. I return the master bed to the master bedroom, the fridge to the kitchen, the sofa to the living room. I hang the charming two-person swing on the charming archway created for this express purpose. The dollhouse is not just habitable. It is flawless—ready for its flawless family to move in.

I place the dollhouse Mom on the sofa, the dollhouse Dad in the armchair and the dollhouse child in her bed. Sure, it’d be fun to give her a push in the now-functional swing but it’s night and at night—in the dollhouse at least—children sleep. They do not run into the living room at 3 a.m., demanding marshmallows and begging to watch Mickey Mouse.

Cleaning up my dollhouse reminds me of how well I used to parent, before I had kids. I was the absolute best mother when my kids were just figments of my imagination. I was patient and consistent. Fun but firm. I knew the answer to every question and exactly what to do in every situation. When I was a parent only in my day dreams, I never yelled, never caved, never doubted myself.

My imaginary children were paragons of obedience and self-regulation—they always cleaned up after themselves. They never bickered or whined or raised their voices. They watched absolutely no TV and ate absolutely all their vegetables. They always minded their manners and never minded sharing. They did everything I told them to, just like the dolls in the dollhouse.

Of course, my imaginary kids never surprised me. They never caused me to snort with laughter. They never made me feel like I was having a cardiac episode from such intense feeling—joy and terror and gratitude and wonder, all at the same time.

I remind myself of this as I turn my attention from the perfectly-ordered dollhouse to my real living room. I remind myself as I sweep up crushed Cheerios and load the dishwasher. I remind myself as I put dirty shirts in the hamper and fish out clean ones that somehow found their way in there.

I think about how it’s good to have a dollhouse to dream in and a real house to live in. A person needs both.

 


 

Nicole C. Kear is the author of the memoir Now I See You (St. Martin’s Press, 2014) and the forthcoming series for children, The Fix-It Friends, out in early 2017 from Macmillan Kids. 

Filed Under: Dispatches From Babyville Tagged With: child raising, comedy, Dispatches from Babyville, dollhouse, family, family relations, humor, parenting, Park Slope

Heirloom Wine / into the esoteric

February 16, 2016 By John Tucker Filed Under: Natural Selection (wine) Tagged With: grape varietals, Heirloom Wine, merlot, Natural Wines, Park Slope, pinot grigio, Rose Water, sauvignon blanc, wine

Most of us know the more common grape varietals such as sauvignon blanc, pinot grigio, merlot and cabernet sauvignon. Those with an interest in expanding their horizons might venture into more esoteric territory, parsing the pleasures of grüner veltliner, chenin blanc, petite sirah and tempranillo. But, like the foodie that’s moved on from supermarket tomatoes and now scours greenmarket stalls for varieties they’ve never tasted, the adventurous wine drinker seeks out lesser known regions and grape varietals in pursuit of diversity and new experiences.

According to wine writer and editor Jancis Robinson, there are over ten thousand grape varietals in the world, and in her book Wine Grapes: A Complete Guide to 1,368 Vine Varieties, Including Their Origins and Flavours, she catalogues most that are used to make wine across the globe. Living in NYC, we’re lucky enough to have access to a wide array of wines made from heirloom grapes. Astor Wines, for example, allows you to search for bottles made from nearly 400 different grapes. For the wine adventurer, there’s a treasure trove of new experiences out there. (You should know that the reason we are so blessed in New York is because we have state laws that encourage the proliferation of wine and spirit importers and distributors, many of whom specialize in representing small producers from off the beaten path. Have you noticed that in other parts of country the selections are much more limited? Our laws in NY, which are constantly under attack by big corporate interests, are the reason why we have such a delightfully wide array of choices.)

The most popular grape varietals are popular for good reason: they make very good wine. But there are other reasons that these wines are ubiquitous, having to do with everything from fashion/trends to the heartiness of the grape and its ability to yield a consistent crop, year in and out. Heirloom varietals might be fickle, susceptible to mildew or pests, or may only prosper in specific soils in a specific micro-climate. Sauvignon blanc generally provides a very consistent crop in a variety of conditions and soils. So, if you’re a farmer who grows grapes for a living, you’re probably tempted to rip out those ancient local grape vines that no one’s ever heard of, and plant some sauvignon blanc. If you’re a farmer that honors tradition, however, maybe you keep a few rows and make a smallish amount of wine that a smallish importer wants to bring to NYC.

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Some of these wines are nearly extinct, and some are still robust within their region, but rarely seen outside it. Erbaluce is a great example of a such a grape, with numerous vintners in and around the commune of Caluso in the alpine foothills of Northwest Piedmont making delicious white wine from this ancient varietal that is rarely grown outside the area. Erbaluce can be made into sparkling, dessert, and dry table wines. We love the 2013 “La Torrazza” erbaluce from Ferrando, a crisp, dry wine, with flavors of apples and citrus and a delightfully subtle minerality. It’s really great with most anything, especially seafood and chicken. (Available at Rose Water, and Slope Cellars on Seventh Ave in Park Slope, slopecellars.com, $17.99.)

In Eastern France the altesse grape is grown in the two neighboring wine regions of Savoy and Bugey. Altesse (sometimes known as Roussette) makes lovely white wine with mountain flower and herb aromas, and light to medium weight and body. Altesse is a late ripening grape and has a low crop yield compared to most grapes, but for many winemakers in these two regions it’s a beautiful expression of their land and history. Our friend Franck Peillot makes one of our favorite Altesse wines in the lovely Bugey mountain hamlet of Montagnieu. His Altesse is complex, and in addition to the characteristic minerality and acidity, in most vintages the bones of Franck’s Altesse are filled out with just enough flesh to make it a perfect accompaniment to sauteed or roasted fish, especially of the freshwater variety. Franck’s Altesse starts out fresh and linear, and after a couple years bottle-aging, it starts to turn more golden and rich. It’s a good wine to buy a few bottles to drink now, a year from now, and save one for 5 or more years to experience its development. (At RW, and Astor Wines, astorwines.com, $23.96)

A half hour drive southwest out of the mountains from the Cave Peillot, over the Rhone River and into the department of Isere, is the Domaine Nicolas Gonin. Nicolas has been described as the patron saint of orphaned grapes. He’s done extensive research into the wine history of his region, and works to revive varietals, some of which are nearly extinct. One such varietal is Persan, which was nearly wiped out after the phylloxera epidemic of the late 1800’s, and, unlike other grapes of the region, was barely replanted. Nicolas’ Persan is a joy – a midweight red with a delicious black currant fruitiness, minerality and an enjoyably tannic rusticity that pairs well with poultry and red meats. Like most heirloom grapes it’s reminiscent of other wines, in this case Syrah, but it very much has it’s own unique character. (At RW, and Flatiron Wines, flatiron-wines.com, $23.99.)

It’s that unique character that drives our passion to keep exploring the diverse world of wine, and these are just three of the heirloom varietals we love. There are so many more – far too numerous to cover in one column, but a sampling of other, lesser known varietals that we recommend that you seek out are whites including Assyrtiko from the Greek Island of Santorini, Prié Blanc from the Valle d’Aosta in Northwest Italy, the Hodarribi Zurri that goes Txokolina from Northern Spain, and reds include Frappato from Sicily, Mencia from Bierzo in Northwestern Spain, Freisa and Ruché from Piedmont in Italy, and Pineau d’Aunis from the Loire in France.

Just as we support small regional farms in the Northeast that provide us with everything from heirloom pig to heirloom corn that we grind for our polenta, it follows that at Rose Water we seek out and support small farmers of heirloom grapes (but we can and do look further afield for wine). We love to offer our customers unique wine experiences – for us, wine isn’t just a joyously diverse agricultural product, it’s a fascinating and complex expression of earth, sun and craft that we have the pleasure of sampling from across the globe, and sharing with you.

Filed Under: Natural Selection (wine) Tagged With: grape varietals, Heirloom Wine, merlot, Natural Wines, Park Slope, pinot grigio, Rose Water, sauvignon blanc, wine

A Small Step

January 29, 2016 By Melanie Hoopes Filed Under: Hypocrite's Almanac Tagged With: counseling, life coach, Park Slope, self help, Therapy

Dear Hypocrite.
I love your column and I think you help more people than you imagine. Now it’s my turn to ask for advice. This letter is not of your usual landlord/parking/parenting troubles variety. It’s bleak and more desperate than anything I’ve read here before. Wish it wasn’t the case. I wish I were writing about how frustrated I am with my loud upstairs neighbor.
I’m in a bad place. A series of unfortunate events has left me with some serious problems. I lost my job in May and haven’t been able to find another one. I’m in debt. I’m estranged from my family. I think my girlfriend is about to break up with me. I’ve gained twenty pounds in the past three months. Oh, and I’m pretty sure I have bedbugs.
I’ve been sitting on the couch watching TV for months, fully aware that it’s not helping my situation. I woke up this morning and thought today, “I have to do one thing, just one, that will make my life better.” So, you are my one thing. I know there’s not a lot you can do from wherever you are. Maybe you can give me the “everything’s going to be alright” speech to comfort me for a little bit. I completely understand if you don’t want to answer this letter thinking it’s out of your jurisdiction. I know I need a therapist but can you try to help? Please? Whether you answer it or not, thanks for your column. It’s a bright spot in my life. Wish it were weekly. Maybe you could find another place to write it?
Signed,
Sad Sack

Dear Sad Sack.
I’m so sorry to hear you’re going through an epically hard time. Just one of those things you’re going through is a lot and you’ve got yourself quite a list. How sweet of you to compliment me while you’re so down in the dumps. I don’t get a lot of fan mail (I got one email a few years ago from a woman who confused me with her husband’s distant cousin who lives in Utah. Still, she said some nice things.), And to your comment of finding a place to have a more regular column—I’m very happy with the infrequency of this gig. It allows me to live a rich life on which to draw my advice. If that sounds like bullshit, it is. I don’t have time to write more than four times a year. I need to hustle in order to keep my kids in ridiculously overpriced athletic footwear.
Sad Sack, I must say my column doesn’t really support letters like yours. You’re right; you need a therapist, not a free of charge hypocritical life coach. To me, the excessive TV watching is a clear sign that you’re depressed and I don’t traffic in depression, that’s for the people with training. I can give you the “everything’s going to be alright” speech but if you don’t do something concrete, things will most definitely not get better. In your letter you use the word “wish” a lot. Although I believe in fairies and trolls, I don’t believe you can wish your problems away. You need to take action and that action is usually outside of your comfort zone. It’s hard to step outside what’s natural when you’re feeling shitty about yourself. But you have to. You must. It might be hard to believe, but things could actually get much, much worse.
The skills to turn things around are two: You need to ask for help and accept it when it comes to you. This is not as easy as it sounds.
My husband has a friend who is forever experiencing the hardest of times. He’s always in danger losing his job, he’s in debt, his landlord is in the mafia, his dog needs an operation. The numerous times we’ve tried to help him, we’ve been bitten. The apartment I suggested was above a burger joint (who could live with the smell of grease?) The car my husband’s aunt was selling was beige (He could never drive a beige car!). Something always stops him from receiving help and he keeps on complaining. I won’t go out with him anymore and my husband comes back from a night at the bar with him drained and frustrated. Look, shit happens to everyone but this is different. I’m not abandoning him in this time of need. I’m abandoning him because I think he gets off on how crappy his life is and I don’t have time for that.
Not you, though. You know how to ask for help and receive it (right?). Ask around for a therapist, pronto. Then find a headhunter or ask your friends for leads on work. Get recommendations for exterminators. So you need to find low cost options? That’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Ask about sliding scales, bartering and payment plans. Make a list of what you need and who can help you (in the corporate world they call this a strategic map). Take a nap and a bath. Exercise. Be upfront with your girlfriend. Tell her you’ve got to get yourself together before you can be a good partner. “Just you wait,” tell her, “you won’t even recognize me.”
Listen to me, Sad Sack. Do these things and you’ll be on your way to a better, happier you. We all need help from time to time. Tell us how we can help you and then let us. You’ve made a step asking me today, so ask someone else for help tomorrow. You need to get your life back (and banish the bedbugs) to experience life in The Slope to the fullest. The leaves are going to change color soon and you’ll want to be outside on a blanket staring up at them in wonder, not despair.
I know I’ve ignored the fact that you’re estranged from your family. I’m sure that is very painful for everyone involved. Your therapist will help you with that. Know that we can create our own families, Sad Sack. You can consider me your wise Auntie. Auntie Hypocrite. I like that the sound of that.

See you next time.

Filed Under: Hypocrite's Almanac Tagged With: counseling, life coach, Park Slope, self help, Therapy

Toddlers, Tantrums, and Tree Pose

January 28, 2016 By Jessica Phillips Lorenz Filed Under: Bending Towards Brooklyn (Yoga) Tagged With: children, Kids yoga, Park Slope, postnatal, prenatal, toddler yoga, yoga classes

Uh oh. We have a hitter. A shover to be precise. As soon as any of my other students get close to him, he turns his body square to face them, pauses, and then pushes them, sometimes to the ground. There are tears. Can you imagine this happening in an adult yoga class? Power Vinyasa yoga would take on a whole new meaning, eh?

But in my world of teaching yoga to toddlers, this is just part of business as usual. Because, sometimes, small children hit or push or pull hair or take something that doesn’t belong to them. Because they are toddlers! They are walking babies who may or may not be able to communicate their complex feelings and discoveries. There are countless developmental arguments to support the simple fact that very young children are learning how to be in the world. What better place to nurture the nebulous transition from being the center of the universe to part of a community than a yoga class?

Why yoga?

The benefits of yoga for tiny practitioners mirror the benefits for adults. Yoga cultivates a practice of meditative concentration or focus. I am easily distracted. It can be difficult for me to dig in and concentrate on something, like writing an article for the Park Slope Reader, say. My own yoga practice has helped me tremendously on this front. Little children are building up the mental muscle it takes to focus, too! And all the while the bright, new world beckons from all angles. Focusing is a skill and takes practice!

Brianna Klemm’s original objective for coming to a yoga class with her twenty-month-old son Casper was, “to get my toddler out of the house!” Over time, yoga became a big part of how Klemm understood her son; “Because of this class I know how quickly he can learn, I know how many of his body parts he can identify, I know he can follow instructions and pay attention. Class has been an amazing tool for learning about my kid.

Other benefits for toddlers include body awareness, reinforcing gross and fine-tune motor skills with playful activities, and learning how to balance. Most new walkers have an adorable wobbliness and, like older humans, tend to favor their dominant side. When we practice yoga with our tots, it becomes an even richer experience. Let’s model for our children how good it feels to move our bodies and hope this healthy habit lasts a lifetime. Oh. And it’s fun! Yoga can be a lot of fun. (Even if you hate real, grown up style yoga.)

So what does a toddler yoga class look like?

When most people think of yoga, they imagine a quiet, calm room, sitar music, and healthy people stretching their sweaty bodies in complicated ways. They may even imagine shivasana—the comfy copse-pose relaxation that happens at the end of class. Then, using some sort of mental photoshop, they replace the adults in their mental image with seventeen-month-olds and everything short circuits. A robot voice goes off inside their heads: Does not compute. Toddlers scream. Toddlers bang walls. Toddlers eat sand. Will not yoga. Repeat. Will not yoga.

Yoga is not a practice reserved only for strong, fit adults! For young children, yoga can be a way of exploring animals and shapes, overcoming obstacles, learning about their bodies, embodying dramatic play, balancing and stretching, and discovering what they didn’t know they could do.

Let’s get rid of that image of the relaxing, quiet yoga class, OK? This is different! Toddler yoga classes are typically lead as a ‘mommy & me’ partner style class. Every child has an adult to accompany them. Parents and caregivers are the key to having a great class. The more involved the parents are, the more both the child and the adult will get out of the experience.

Yoga Play Activities

So what do you do with new walkers through threes in a group yoga class, then? I believe that very young children do well with structured group activities. It gives them a sense of security to know what’s coming next.

Don’t worry that your little one needs to behave in a certain way. My job, as the instructor, is to help support that learning through safe, age appropriate, engagement. That’s it. Your little one may seriously not do a single thing I say—and I don’t expect them to. They may be taking in more than you think. There is a bit of leap of faith that my parents have to take.

Abstract thought is lost on most small children. That’s why I like to use lots of puppets and stuffed animals in my classes. Not only do the puppets represent a concrete image of the animals, they also help small children understand compassion and gentleness. I like to let students feed the puppets and give them kisses. Then it’s time to become the animal! In tot yoga the down dogs bark, frogs hop and say ribbit, and trees balance with their leaves blowing in the breeze.

Can’t make it to class? Here are a couple of games you can play at home.

I Went to the Farm and I Saw a…

This game is a playful way to organize some traditional yoga postures around a kid- friendly viewpoint. You can play at home by having a few varied stuffed animals at hand. Say, “ I went to the farm and I saw an…” and then pull a stuffed animal out from your pile. If your child is verbal, see if they can say the name of the animal. If not, tell them the name and then show them the yoga pose. This game can become very silly if you find an octopus at the farm! (Again, have fun with it.)

Poses and Pages

Reading a book to fifteen walking babies is a bit like being approached by tiny zombies. They just keep getting closer and closer and closer. Every time a new animal character is introduced in the book, we do a yoga pose associated with that animal. That means you, too, mom! Find a small open space at home, pick a couple of stories, and have at it. The stories will come to life as you embody the animals. This is a great way to share books with an active child who may have a harder time sitting still for an entire story.

Songs and Music

Music is a terrific way for a young yogi to access poses. Songs have had a big impact on Davina Wilner’s daughter Adelaide. Wilner writes, “It’s been fun to watch her language progression through yoga. She started off just repeating a few words from class, such as, “tree pose” and “down dog.” Now she likes to sing every single one of the songs she’s learned at class when we’re at home.”

When Adelaide broke her arm and had to spend hours in the ER in the middle of the night, “the only thing that would keep her calm was when I would sing the final song we sing at the end of yoga class, “My little light shines to your little light, Namaste.” I have never in my life been so thankful to know a song!

But what about “the shover”?

It’s important to remember that nobody is teaching their tot how to pull a barrette out of someone’s hair or push a kid over when they are off balance. That’s not real life. Being in a group with the same families each week gives us a chance to support one another. Incidents at the playground have a fleeting quality; it’s easy to vilify “the shover” and “the shover’s” parents there. As a parent, I love knowing that other people in my community care about my kids! It’s tough to be a human animal. I’d much rather kick up my heels in horse pose. Nay!


Jessica Phillips Lorenz teaches yoga to babies, tots, and families at Bend and Bloom in Park Slope on Fridays and Saturdays.

Filed Under: Bending Towards Brooklyn (Yoga) Tagged With: children, Kids yoga, Park Slope, postnatal, prenatal, toddler yoga, yoga classes

Out of Their Shells

January 9, 2013 By Nancy Lippincott Filed Under: New Wave Tagged With: drink, food, mayfield, new businesses, nightlife, Park Slope, shopping, terroir

Winter in the city can be bleak, if not downright paralyzing, with those godforsaken frigid temperatures and icy wind gusts urging us to retreat back indoors. After the New Year, aren’t we all just waiting for the sidewalk cafes and outdoor markets to reopen? Don’t be fooled by the barren landscape—winter has brought a bumper crop of new businesses to Park Slope and the surrounding areas.

What does this latest wave of newcomers tell us about our neighborhood? The new merchants and restaurateurs are coming out of their shells—they’re exploring new corners of Brooklyn, adding more locations, and ditching their nine-to-fives in pursuit of their dreams of joining the bourgeoning ranks of our borough’s mercantile class. This growing economy of “makers” is set on doing it right; most are sourcing their products and ingredients from local purveyors, and some are even giving back to the community. While many of us are at home researching ways to self-induce hibernation, the movers and shakers of Brooklyn are stepping out of their comfort zones and making their dreams happen.

Now, if all this talk of blue-collar ambition and breaking out didn’t inspire you, here are several new reasons to explore the ‘hood this winter:

Mayfield : photo by Maria Cobb

Mayfield
688 Franklin Ave | 347.318.3644 | mayfieldbk.com

Mayfield is a labor of love ten years in the making by Lev Gewirtzman and Jacques Belanger on Franklin Avenue—a long-awaited treat for the Prospect Heights and Crown Heights folk. Mayfield serves seasonal American Bistro fare with a touch of soul (as the name would hint) winning hearts with their spoon bread and collards. Mayfield covers all of the bases—looking to grab a bite and a cheap beer while you watch the Nets game? Order a Cuban sandwich ($14), LaBatt Blue ($4), and park yourself at the bar. Have a date to impress? The caliber and diversity of the menu lends itself well to a four-course meal—from oysters to dessert—complimented by a spirit-heavy craft cocktail list. Check out their $1 oyster happy hour every day from 5-6:30 p.m. and their drink happy hour (5-6:30 p.m. & 10-close) for discounted drinks.

Terroir

Terroir
284 5th Ave | 718.832.WINE |wineisterroir.com

A wine habit can be a hard thing to support in this town if you’re on a modest budget like me. Marco Canora and Paul Grieco came to the rescue by expanding their bacchanalian empire to Park Slope, complete with their notorious happy hour—discounted glasses of wine all day until 7 p.m. and cheap eats from 5-7 p.m. What makes this incarnation fitting for Park Slope? Aside from the wine (ahem..see Brooklyn Central Pizza), they’ve incorporated some family-friendly features including wall-mounted stroller caddies. Don’t be shy about asking for a taste if you get lost in the encyclopedic selection; the knowledgeable and friendly staff will gladly offer a sample of something you can really sink your nose in to. Try the bonarda ($6) whose earthy, menthol notes pair dreamily with the deep fried lamb sausage and yogurt mint sauce ($4). Did I mention they are pouring FREE sherry during happy hour?!

Hiho Batik

Hiho Batik
184 5th Ave | 718.622.4446 | hihobatik.com

Hiho Batik transplanted from Miami to Brooklyn when founder Julia Silver Gordon partnered up with Robyn Stylman, a local mother of three and Park Slope native. Stylman left her career in publishing and social media to join Gordon in developing the new flagship location. This kid-centered boutique and workshop is business in the front, party in the back—literally. Shop the retail section where you can browse ready-made garments or head back to the art space and make your own (starting at $40). With its orgins traced to Indonesia, the process of batik uses wax and dies to produce a brightly colored, tie-dyed-esque look. Both kids and adults will have a blast flexing their creative muscles and getting messy. Feel free to drop in on an afternoon with the tots, or call ahead to arrange a private make-your-own party.

Bhoomki

Bhoomki
158 5th Ave | 718.857.5245 | bhoomki.com

Sweatshops are out, eco-chic is in at Bhoomki, Fifth Avenue’s newest fair trade clothing boutique by Swati Argade. Bhoomki’s merchandise is ethically and sustainably sourced from international artisan collectives and local designers. While the shop caters mostly to a female clientele, there is a growing section of men’s apparel to keep the mister occupied while the missus gets her shop on.

Brooklyn Central Pizza
289 5th Ave | 347.725.4891 | brooklyncentralpizza.com

With the price of a slice averaging around $4 in these parts, why not bring a friend and enjoy a fresh wood-fired margherita ($11) lovingly prepared by the locivores at Brooklyn Central Pizza? (Though for the record, I made it through three-quarters of a pie by my lonesome.) Having opened in late October, the staff admits they’ve suffered the consequences of not having a liquor license for the first two months. What can we say…momma wants her wine! Luckily, by the time this article goes to press, you can all rest assured there will be beer and wine on tap (also locally-sourced), so you can have something to wash down the generous, unctuous globs of fresh mozzarella dripping from each fire-kissed slice.

Banhmigos

Banhmigos
178 Lincoln Pl | 718.399.3812

Introducing your friendly neighborhood banh mi shop! Because everyone knows you have to nail the bread to make a killer Vietnamese sandwich, Banhmigos has entrusted its secret bread recipe into the hands of a local bakery. The extra effort has not gone unappreciated. Purists will love Da B ($6.50) the traditional combo of ham, liver pâté, and ground pork, but be sure to try some of their specialty inventions like Da Pam ($6.50), a chicken flavor-infused tofu option for vegetarians. Head over soon, because for a brief window of time they are offering $1 off all sandwiches and $0.50 off bubble teas and spring rolls. Cash only.

The Pines
284 3rd Ave | 718.596.6560 | thepinesbrooklyn.com

The newest project from Aaron Lefkove and Andy Curtin of Littleneck, The Pines is bringing inventive, unapologetic, and expertly executed cuisine to Gowanus. The menu updates regularly, but guests can expect to see dishes featuring specialty ingredients like the wagyu coulotte steak with celtuce, smoked tomato and abalone mushrooms ($32) and nose-to-tail offerings such as the pici with pork trotter, tomato, and pecorino ($19). The shabby-chic décor and off-the-beaten-path setting on Third Avenue makes this a great place to slip away for a special dining experience in a charming setting. After dinner, dip out to the back patio with your honey and roast some s’mores over the fire pit.

Belleville
330-332 5th St | 718.832.9777 | bellevillebistro.com

Belleville is the newest restaurant you didn’t know opened — except maybe if you the saw large “Under New Management” sign. Misleading, actually, because while the manager is in fact the same, the new owners, Sonia and Dan Gicquels, moved directly from Paris to Park Slope to breathe new life into this once ho-hum French bistro on the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fifth Street. The couple had a long-time dream of opening their own restaurant, and according to Sonia, our humble little neck of the woods made them feel immediately at home. As they are about to be new parents, the Gicquels have a special interest in making this new incarnation kid friendly. Families will feel at ease in a non-fussy atmosphere, and francophiles will enjoy the authentic French bistro classics. And while most of the new menu features locally sourced ingredients, they make an unabashed exception for their croissants, which are flown in from France. Have you tasted a REAL French croissant? It’s kind of totally worth the massive carbon footprint.

Norman & Jules Toy Shop
158 7th Ave | 347.987.3323

Park Slope natives Courtney Ebner and Avi Kravitz have traded in their marketing and design careers to pursue their collective dream of opening a toy store. The concept of Norman & Jules was created when the couple had their first child and wanted better options than the usual department store findings. Here you’ll find plenty of well-designed, made-to-last children’s toys. Not only are most of toys educational, but they are also ethically and sustainably manufactured, with a percentage of the shop’s sales donated to the March of Dimes.

Landhaus

Landhaus
808 Union St | 917.679.7842 | thelandhaus.com

If eating seasonally means artisan popsicles in the summer and maple bacon sticks in the winter, sign me up! These regulars on the summer outdoor market circuit have migrated south for the winter in the People’s Pops space on Union Street. Their “farm to sandwich” fare will have you licking your fingers and fighting over that last bite of their grass-fed short rib sandwich ($8). Get it while it lasts, though, because with spring will come the changing of the guard.

ALSO NEW TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD:

HAMILTON’S
2826 Fort Hamilton Pkwy | 718 .438.0488
Windsor Terrace/Kensington residents rejoice with the opening of this new neighborhood restaurant serving small plates and 18 beers on tap.

POPPY
217 5th Ave | poppynyc.com

With the opening of her second location of the Nolita boutique, native Park Sloper Leslie McKeown brings it back to her home turf with an inventory curated to the more grown-up yet equally fashion-conscious tastes of her new clientele.

DAVID’S TEA
234 7th Ave | 718.788.2495 | davidstea.com
Put down the co ee and check out the selection of artisan teas at the latest branch of this Canadian franchise.

LA CASA ARTESANAL
512 5th Ave | 718.369.2009
South American home goods, cra s, jewelry, and imports by Roberto Lopez of El Milagro

BROOKLYN ROCK
454 Dean St.

Handmade, witty Brooklyn T-shirts.

BEYGL
291 5th Ave | 718.788.1741 | beyglparkslope.com

This new bagel joint stays true to the old method of handrolling and water-boiling, using only the  nest, locally sourced ingredients resulting in chewy, hot-out-of-the-oven goodness  t for toasters and non-toasters alike.

JAI DEE
420 7th Ave | 718.832.1611 | jaideeny.com
No longer Wantana Siam, Jai Dee is also serving up a comparable version of  ai. What’s the verdict, folks?

CRESPELLA CAFFE
1658 8th Ave | crespellabk.com

Second location serving salad, panini, yadda, yadda…Stumptown and crêpes! Stumptown and crêpes!

YOGURT: In case you haven’t noticed, Park Slope has become the preferred breeding ground for the froyo species. Here’s this season’s newest spawn:
YOGURTLAND 207 7th Ave

PEARL GATE FROYO 482 5th Ave

RED MANGO 276 Flatbush Ave

Have you opened a new business or spotted a new face in the Park Slope, South Slope, or Prospect Heights area? Send your tip to office@psreader.com

Filed Under: New Wave Tagged With: drink, food, mayfield, new businesses, nightlife, Park Slope, shopping, terroir

Part of the Solution: Spoke the Hub

October 14, 2012 By Nancy Lippincott Filed Under: Community Spirit Tagged With: back problems, chair yoga, fitness, movement, Park Slope, Spoke the Hub, yoga

It’s Friday morning yoga, and my fellow classmates and I are congregating in the waiting room at Spoke the Hub.  The toddler dance class before us lets out, and for a few chaotic moments, we are overtaken by a swarm of excited 3-year-olds that seem to swim through us in the mosaic-tiled fishbowl.

Dolores, our instructor, motions us into the multi-purpose studio space.  The setting isn’t quite what you would expect from your typical yoga class — there are no mats, my classmates are mostly over 40, and we are all seated on folding chairs.  We’re all here to participate in the gentle, restorative practice of Chair Yoga.  It’s just one of the classes in Spoke the Hub’s “Move for Life” program, an initiative designed to get everyone, regardless of age or fitness level, acquainted with an active lifestyle.

There are currently over 20 yoga studios in Park Slope alone, but decades before downward dog and ashtanga became part of the American vernacular, Elise Long was here, a pioneer exploring a frontier devoid of gyrotonics and morning vinyassa. Despite the constant stream of new fitness trends and health fads, Long’s message has been simple and consistent throughout — move your body.

Long first came to New York in the 1970s after college and began her professional career under the guidance of the renowned Irmgard Bartenief.  She started off in the no man’s land between Avenue A and B on the Lower East Side until she was invited to visit Park Slope by some friends who would soon become her business partners. “I said okay, let’s do the calculation here.  I’m paying for this shithole, and I’m scared, and no one will come visit me.  Or I could pay 50 cents to take a subway ride and live in a mansion by a park.  Okay, I’m gone!”

From there, a movement for movement was born.  Long and her partners set up shop in a loft space in the former Polish Social Club building.  By 1985, they found their permanent home in the Gowanus Arts Building, a 15,000-square-foot “artist’s habitat” on Douglass Street, and in 1995, they expanded to a second location on Union Street.

In the Park Slope of 1979, there was only one other studio offering the traditional spread of dance lessons.  Long’s new collective in Gowanus would teach more than just tap dancing.  It would serve as a conduit of creative energy to the local community, and in fact, that is where the name Spoke the Hub originated. “This is your hub.” She points to her core then stretches out her arms. “These are the spokes, and it’s about exchange from the inner to the outer.”

When Long interacts with her students, she’s teaching lessons that go beyond choreography.  The same enthusiasm and seemingly infinite reserve of energy displayed by Long is reflected in the expressiveness of her young protégées.  “I feel like the people who move regularly, they find joy in movement.  They don’t do it just because they want to be thin.  They do it because it brings them joy, and they keep it up because it’s an important part of their lives. They are the most vibrant people around at any age.”

Here in stroller central, there is an obvious market for children’s classes, but Long suspects the people in most need of her resources are the adults.  “Who doesn’t have back problems these days?  Everyone has back problems now, and it’s because of this —” She points to the giant iMac on her desk and knowingly glares over at me with raised eyebrows and a toothy smile.

I become aware of my slumped posture.  She’s right.  How many hours have we all spent literally hunched over our laptops?  According to a 2011 study, 80 percent of us are desk-bound throughout the day.  “At a certain point, my Type-A, big-brained, white-collar men need to move!  It’s not just for gym rats, it’s the white-collar, academic businessmen with high-stress jobs.  This population needs fitness help, but often they are embarrassed.  You should see them come in [she mimics someone with arms crossed and shoulders up to their ears].  Eventually we have them dancing.”

This morning’s chair yoga class was (thankfully) far from a Wall Street hoedown, but the message was the same.  Even if we are stuck at our desks for the majority of the day, there are still ways to engage our bodies that don’t involve complicated poses or reaching our target heart rates.

Perhaps this is the greatest strength of Long and her talented team — bringing movement to the lives of the habitually sedentary in a trusting, nonjudgmental environment … maybe with some good-intentioned teasing.  Long has recognized the need for movement in everyone’s life, no matter their age, weight, or gender.  She adamantly believes the benefits of an active life extend beyond the physical. “I think when you are more active, you get more fearless, you have more courage to try things.”

Starting this fall, Spoke the Hub will be offering classes tailored specifically to the needs of all of us sequestered to our seated lives in front of the computer. The program will include something for everyone, be it prenatal yoga to low-intensity dance classes for seniors, as Elise quips, “As long as you’re not on a gurney we can get you moving.”

Spoke the Hub’s Fall Session runs from September 10 until February 3.  For details on class schedules and locations, visit www.spokethehub.org

Filed Under: Community Spirit Tagged With: back problems, chair yoga, fitness, movement, Park Slope, Spoke the Hub, yoga

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