Nothing brings me greater joy than food. Nothing widens my eyes, quickens my breath and puts my heart on pause more than the sound of slippery noodles, of coffee being brewed on a waterfront, of a knife cleaving through paper-thin beef to then smack a board with precision. Would you believe that the sounds of chewing and sighing are my symphony? So imagine my delight, my GODDAMN glee, when I finally made the trek to Williamsburg to check out the much-revered foodie’s paradise, Smorgasburg.
Can we cue the angels, the bright white lights and the doves, please?
An open-air market on the Williamsburg waterfront, you’ll find the frontier of great food: dozens of bakers, purveyors, butchers, BBQ’ers, and those who are passionate about unique eats. From the juicy, char-grilled Dumont Burgers to The Meat Hook’s savory homemade sausages, burgers, chickens and beef dogs (utter perfection!) to Anarchy in a Jar — a line of fresh preserves (the wild blueberry STOLE MY HEART) with the smartest of monikers (e.g. “Easy Like Sunday Morning”), I’ve only just begun my siren song to the perfection that is this food-lover’s mecca. I spent a few hours sampling kale chips, sipping on rhubarb syrup, getting my tongue burnt on hot tempeh, marveling over a gussied-up version of pigs in a blanket (think flaky pastry dough meets tender sausage link), washing down said burn with watermelon lemonade, wondering if I’d ever try an oyster because the ones served up by Brooklyn Oysters looked pretty damn good, slurping on slippery noodles that tasted of soy sauce and peanuts, getting lost in a heady haze of fragrant Colombian food, having a fan-girl moment when I met the proprietor of Salty Road (The Cooking Channel featured her exquisite taffy hand-rolling skills), realizing that bakers are the sweetest lot going, and Krumville Bakeshop is quickly shifting my opinion of gluten-free baked goods with its unctuous and chewy chocolate chip walnut cookies — and writing, well, gushing, well, rhapsodizing in a run-on sentence.
Perhaps this is what love is. The thing that makes your heart race and your hands go wild. But I’ll let the pictures tell the story of my love affair, and how it’s growing with the passage of each day.