The wait is officially over. The formerly "People's Choice" Jamaican joint, formerly before that "Exquisite" Jamaican joint, is now to be "Fisherman's Cove" Jamaican joint. I know there are those who will be disappointed, but frankly if the food is good I'll happily take out from this place before Peppa's. The Super from the building housing Peppa's not only confirmed that they barbecue and smoke out the neighborhood in the back alley, but she's personally seen with her own eyes reasons not to trust the food's adequate separation from the alley's wildlife. I'll leave it to your imagination - it's not exactly a place where only deer and antelope play.
I'm a big fan of Island food - just the other day I asked the guy at Guyanese-Chinese place De Bamboo Express to serve me up something HE'd order, and got a shrimp curry dish that was outrageously delicious and over-the-top spicy. So yeah, a bit more diversity (that word again) of food options would be nice, but there's actually a lot more diversity in the food than meets the eye. There's always Scoops, which restauranteur Saul Bolton of Michelin rated Saul's gave a major thumbs up right here on the Q. And I'm happy to see something bright, cheery and fishy on the block.
Speaking of fishy...awaiting the train today I snapped a picture of this piece of refuse:
I think y'all already know how the Q feels about littering, but I had to ask myself...do people really walk around with cans of sardines and just pop 'em open and snarf them down while waiting for the train? I'm no Agatha Christie or even Encyclopedia Brown, but that's the conclusion I came to given this striking piece of evidence. I mean, there are no feral cats down there to speak of. And what if you don't have a fork? Do you just drink 'em down like the dregs of soup?
I'm reminded of the day Mrs. Q and I sat in the waiting room to get a sonogram of Little Miss Q Jr. number 2. Across from us was a man who popped open a can of Chef Boyardee Mini Raviolis and started eating 'em with a pen. Not a fork...apparently he had no fork. (I like to say "before thou judgeth a man, walk a mile in his shoes with no fork, so yes I did empathize). Poor guy just used the only utensil he had on him; maybe he'd been forkless his whole life, I don't know. A sign clearly stated "No Food or Drink," but you almost had to let it slide with that level of bravado. His 8-month pregnant wife didn't seem to mind at all. Are there some cultures where eating with a pen is considered acceptable? What do I know...chock it up to "diversity" I guess.
By the way, contrary to popular belief, Chef Boyardee was a REAL guy. He was from Cleveland, by say of Piacenza, Italy, and his real name was Ettore Boiardi. Complete story here. I guess these days, a sleuth is more likely to be called Wikipedia Brown...
And in a follow-up to our recent post about problems with mail theft, I got an email from a neighbor who's a reporter for the NY Post. I put him in touch with the guy who told me about the problem, and voila! Story in the Post! Alls the Q had to do was answer his emails. Good to know there are so many reporters and journalists in the neighborhood keeping an eye on things.
And yes, it's apparently not that hard to "fish" for mail in mail boxes by using glue traps. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how you use a common theme (fish) to wrap up your news, rather than the old classic scene of using the news to wrap up your fish.
As Buffie likes to say, have a blessed and wonderful day.
The Q at Parkside
News and Nonsense from the Brooklyn neighborhood of Lefferts and environs, or more specifically a neighborhood once known as Melrose Park. Sometimes called Lefferts Gardens. Or Prospect-Lefferts Gardens. Or PLG. Or North Flatbush. Or Caledonia (west of Ocean). Or West Pigtown. Across From Park Slope. Under Crown Heights. Near Drummer's Grove. The Side of the Park With the McDonalds. Jackie Robinson Town. Home of Lefferts Manor. West Wingate. Near Kings County Hospital. Or if you're coming from the airport in taxi, maybe just Flatbush is best.