A recent article in the Huffington Post ranked the 10 most hipster of hipster neighborhoods, and of course Williamsburg, Brooklyn, was a star of the list. So I, relentlessly on top of the trends just a few years behind the times, decided to undertake a Hipster Weekend, with of course a focus on cutting-edge dining—you know, locavores, microgreens, restaurants where they chop vegetables on top of galvanized steel garbage pails, that sort of thing.
Luckily, the whole scene was served up for me on a decidedly non-sterling platter.
Part of the worldwide promotion of French cuisine Fête de la gastronomie (taking place now through September 30) is a series of events called the Omnivore World Tour, with French-inspired chefs from around the world descending on downtown Brooklyn's hipster haven the Dekalb Market, to serve what they referred to as “French/No French” cooking.
The festival was marked by two decidedly extreme polar opposites:
1. A blue ribbon team of super talented chefs and food preparers and servers.
2. A disastrously incompetent effort at marketing, publicity, sales, and event planning.
It made for an exhilarating and frustrating experience that I will forever cherish and hopefully never repeat.
To prove I could dip my toe in a pond that did not involve eating and drinking, I capped off my weekend with a swing by the inaugural Brooklyn Surfer Flea Market, a not-for-profit event held at Union Pool, a Williamsburg bar and event venue so über cool that it had neither a swimming pool (but there was a lily pond) nor pool tables, but seemed to charge a cover on a Sunday afternoon, which was waived if you were nice to them.
Here's a slide show from my journey.