At the Brooklyn Flea: People's Pops

by Kailey Kramer in

The flea is just too grand an event to cover in one post and thus, the only way to do it justice is to break it down vendor by vendor. For this one, time is of the essence as summer is nearly over. And as the temperature cools, our popsicles rather ironically melt away with every second. Specifically, ourPeople's Pops....pops! 

The Brooklyn Flea in Fort Greene is a Saturday gem of an afternoon. It's much smaller than the Williamsburg Flea and Smougasbourg while the quality remains all the same, making for a much more manageable market experience. And the Fort Greene farmers market is right around the corner, if you're still hungry for dinner after snacking and munching all day. 

Or you could just opt for a popsicle and save the majority of your appetite for later. People's Pops is not exactly exclusive to the flea as they can be found at their East Village location, at the Chelsea Market shop, on the High Line, at Smougasbourg or just around and about "popping" up all over the city. 

Stone fruits are obviously having a moment right now and the people are into it. After a brunch at Roman's, my brother and I were both at and in the market for a palate cleanser. Plum and chai hit the spot with a sweet, spicy and icy bite. The rhubarb shaved ice also looked like it would be worth a try next time; however, the fall flavors rolling out soon should be pretty exciting as anything "pumpkin" usually is. 

These pops are also incredibly easy to DIY. Combinations are endless as making them is literally as easy as simply freezing a smoothie or pudding mixture of sorts. Needless to say, I've been experimenting and you'll the first to see the fruits of my freezer's labor by the end of the week. And you may have even already seen some teasers if you're following me on the gram. 

Speaking of social mobile media, cue the mandatory meta-gram shot. See my brother's Instagram feed for the real results, although I'm partial to the meta version. Mostly because the sweet woman in the background looks like she's befriending a giant popsicle that she's might also be planning to take a bite out of?

Surfs nearly up jabronis, go grab a pop while they're still cold. 

KK xx 

Boston Eats On A Chinatown Roof

by Kailey Kramer in

I love, even adore, New York City, but Boston will always be my urban mistress. Both being east coast center, the two often receive comparisons, but the truth is, sometimes they might as well be living on opposite coasts. Each city owns a very distinct scene, layout and mentality. So distinct that they, in no situation, should really ever be held up to one another but evaluated autonomously for what each has to offer.

Having lived there for the past three years straight, I've had a quite a bit of time to explore and can give you a mean Boston short list

. We can start with a dinner I cooked and shared with my Bostonian friend and ex-Digitas co-intern, Lessa, in attempts to teleport our favorite Boston dishes to my Chinatown rooftop. As it turns out, Searnless doesn't cross state borders. 

Homesick for our past summer haunts like Ken Orginer and Jamie Bissionette's,Toro, and jazz bar favorite, The Beehive, we decided on recreating Toro's infamous grilled corn with garlic-lime aoili and The Beehive's honey lavender whiskey fizz. Served up with a simple salad, avocado toast and watermelon with truffle tremor goat cheese. Click through on each slide for all the further expansion you heart desires. 

While I don't think either of us would choose to live in Boston over New York at this point, there's something about the quaint Boston dining scene that outdoes even some of New York City's choice institutions. Maybe the less number of options enforces a generally accepted higher standard? Perhaps this then subsequently increases competition among restauranteurs and chefs, alike? Maybe I just have a soft spot for some of these joints? There's probably some truth to all of it, to an extent. All I know for sure is that I still have yet to come across a better small plates on the east coast better than the tapas at Toro, dive asian-vegan at Grasshopper (go for the no-name, just do it) or a beter local pub in all of Manhattan or Brooklyn than thePublick House in Washington Square. I would absolutely do unspeakable things for a bag, yes a brown bag, of their steak fries, with truffle ketchup and LaChouffe mayo right now... 

As I'm moving back to Boston for my final year of school in less than a week, I figured this would be a great time to get myself excited to move back but more importantly, to not only start a Boston Shortlist, but one that's recipe centric around my picks for Beantown's best eats and sips.

Skip Quincy Market and go straight to the South End, 

KK xx

At Fort Tilden: The Beach Baguette

by Kailey Kramer in

The one and only. I don’t hesitate in prefacing this meal with such a bold and autonomous article as ‘the’ because there has yet to be a better vehicle for a sandwich than THE baguette. Although, the bao bun does gives the frenchie a run for its money. But they way I see it, if a time ever came for them to face-off, all my money goes on the baguette against all my better senses telling me it has terrible lung capacity. Don’t underestimate height and tough skin, people. That shit gets you places. 

Especially when the competition is a doughy, short dude. I digress. All aboard the original train of thought? There’s simply something about the harmoniously battling textures, sculpted shape, size and ideal carb-to-content ratio of a baguette that ultimately yields the perfect sandwich. A rustic tear into the side and it’s basically begging to be stuffed. And stuff it we shall. 

Truly a moveable feast, it's a perfectly transportable meal and shouldn't be enjoyed in the company of a table and chair, but over grass, sand or moving pavement. I really can’t think of many more gratifying food experiences than hugging thumbs around the body of a baguette and tearing through crust for a politely vicious bite just as Liz is about to do in the upcoming photo. Isn't she lovely? As someone who’s generally more of salad, sauté or sear kind of person, I will tell you that I’m not one that consumes sandwiches on a regular basis so when I do, it’s going to be absolutely stellar -- and stellar for me is always baguette. No squishy, expiration-less loafs allowed. Any stellar sam also undeniably hinges on what you fill it with. The quality of each individual ingredient makes for a much prettier picture at large. No ‘Monet’ action in sight when the fixings are autonomously good. 

Not to long ago, Liz, my aforementioned friend and palatte’s long, lost twin, spent a day at Fort Tilden beach and out the picnic made for the p̶u̶r̶p̶o̶s̶e̶ highlight of our trip. And when I say picnic, I mean to say on-site and self assemble baguette session – with a Brooklyn Brewery Saison for good summer measure. 
So here, I give you a very loose recipe for baguette-ing like you're on the beaches of Normandy instead of Long Island: 

And then there was none. 

Not a half-bad Sunday for two girls in bikinis, am i right?

Cheers you lovely people,
KK xx

At Roman's of Fort Greene, NY

by Kailey Kramer in

I face more indecision in making moves where to eat when walking down straight down Deklab Avenue through Fort Greene than I do in all of Manhattan. 

Fine, I exaggerate, but not vastly. Not vastly at all, my friends. Walter's, iCiMadiba, oh my! Don't even get me started on the Fort Greene farmer's market (although I suppose I've already dedicated an entire portion of this blog to it. See: Market Finds).Too many to count much less review In due time, though. So for now, I choose to tell you about my most recent Dekalb date with Walter's. I say with Walter's because A) I've fallen hard for the place and B) I ate there with my little brother, ya sickos. Hashtag Incest. Not appetizing. #spellingouthastag. Also not appetizing. 


We even look alike, see?? Anyway, Roman's is my favorite child of the same folks who do Marlow and Sons, Daughters, Cousins, Adopted Chinese nephews...yada yada. While the Marlow franchise channels its efforts towards housemade and cured meat centric specialties, Roman's throws a refreshingly Italian spin on things for a bit lighter fare -- but, nonetheless as satisfying. Admittedly, I'm a sucker for a brunch to begin but Roman's does a seriously mean one. 
Vicious, even. Fangs. Out. 

Normally, You'll find me happy as a hungover clam with eggs benedict and Ms. B. Mary. Although one does eventually tire of sampling all the cheap and convenient options Manhattan's brunch scene puts on the table. That being said, not only does Roman's entire menu cater to the season on a daily basis, but brunch dishes are exceptionally thoughtful. No eggs benedict in sight and I'm happier than a clam about that. Fritattas with housemade aioli,, a weekly rotating bean + baked egg skillet (this week's is lentil and marinated cucs -- swoon) cheeses with seasonal fruit, and yogurt parfait that kicks granola to the curb stand tall in for all ubiquitous brunch dishes. All amounting to a foodie's unspeakably enjoyable weekend mid-afternoon on their stake of the Dekalb sidewalk. 

When my hyper-platonic date, Kevin, and I went on a mildly warm Saturday morning, I couldn't have been more pleased with out choices -- although I think I would have been happy with whatever came out. It's hard to go wrong. We started with the spelt bread who graciously shared it's plate with rhubarb jam and ricotta -- nad it disappeared rather quickly. Luckily for us, out lovely waitress was quick to replenish our bread supply so the spreadable goods wouldn't be wasted. 

Metabolic rates asking for more after the carb sampling, our fritatta fully equipped with aoili and raddichio answered promptl and instantaneously dilated our pupils a mm. The second mm came with the skillet of lentils, baked eggs and sauteed summer bell peppers. Colorful little dudes hanging out atop of the finest protein-alternative combination I can think of. 

And sibling duo subsequently savoured everything in a moment as instantaneously as the flash that wasn't needed on this sunny Brooklyn. The two were more than amply prepared for a trip to the flea around the corner. 

243 Dekalb Ave
Brooklyn, 11205

Open for dinner 7 days a week
Weekend brunch 10am-4pm
Menu changes Daily 
No Reservations

Stop by sometime -- you won't regret it, 

KK xx