misadventures in brooklyn

date: Jan 3

drink: pinot noir

what: park slope with J - first to Barbes to see Les Chauds Lapins and then off to dinner at Aperitivo

so j sent me an email earlier in the week saying there was this show he REALLY wanted to go to out in BK. since he and i are those weird manhattanites that not-so-secretly love all things park slope, i was in without even looking to see what i was getting myself into... once i found out that it was americans singing old french songs, i was way too curious to even think of backing out!

by the time saturday rolled around, i was starting to get sick. and was told about 545 times that i could back out. however, again, americans singing old french songs in a brooklyn bar? this i gotta see...

off to brooklyn we went, with a quick stop at the Bell House to see if J could score some last minute Okkervil River tickets (he couldnt) and then on to Barbes... where we didnt manage to grab a table, which is unfortunate, because had we, we wouldnt have been sitting in the chairs. and J wouldnt have accidentally dropped his iPhone and shattered the glass...

so me and my ginger-ale (due to aforementioned cold) and J and his broken iPhone and lack of Okkervil River tickets - and i honestly thought we should have run home and hid under the covers until it was Sunday... but we stayed. and i have to tell you, americans singing old french songs is quite entertaining. not in the traditional rockin' saturday night way, but in the way that really, really makes you want to drink wine...

After the show we were both hungry and decided to just randomly head up towards the subway and see what we found... which is how we landed on Aperitivo... had we seen the reviews (linked above and elsewhere on google) we may not have however, i'm not at all sorry we did... and between the french music and the italian restaurant, wine won out over the cold*...

i'm honestly not sure why the reviews for the place are so awful - while it wasnt the single best meal of my life or anything, it was a perfectly fine meal at a cute place... is it possible that manhattanites are LESS discerning than park slopers???


*However, the cold would like you to know that, on Sunday, it exacted revenge over the wine and i spent the next 3 days in bed...