Last week, my person celebrated a birthday, so this weekend we decided to venture into the still-30-degree-even though it’s March-weather and check out the now Brooklyn Nets in their new home, The Barclays Center. As a life long New Jersey Nets fan, my man was thrilled to see their new arena for the first time. But two people need to eat, right? And since we arrived in Brooklyn several hours early, we decided to peruse the area for an easy and delicious pre-game dinner. We found just such a place on Fulton Street; this unassuming thai restaurant:
I know it doesn’t look like much, but this little Brooklyn gem has got to be some of the most authentic, delicious and non-pretentious thai food I’ve had since Thailand. The space only has four or five tables and is BYOB, which is exactly how I roll, so I was sold. They also had my very favorite Thai Basil Chicken dish on the menu, so double sold:
“Well that tastes like Thailand,” was the review of my person after having one bite of my dish. He, himself, opted for the ever-popular Pad Thai he loves so much. This one did not disappoint:
Since we B’d our own B, I figured I’d rather look like a hipster than homeless so I swapped the brown paper bag I was provided with this super sexy Freaker from the crazy kids down in Wilmington running Freaker USA. If you haven’t freaked a beverage lately, I suggest you check out their site; they have 18 “Fresh Styles” just waiting to make your day.
It was a Colt 45 we were sharing, for anyone interested. … Just kidding, it was a Sierra Nevada. Hashtag-BeerSnob.As someone who genuinely prefers to watch sporting events from the relative comfort of my futon, I must admit that this was a very fun night. I think in-person basketball games are superior to in-person football and baseball games and here’s why: they’re shorter and they have constant entertainment. At every 30 second break there is some type of dancing or exhibition making what is already a short-ish game move even more quickly. It was a beautiful arena, the fans were wonderful and the the cake was free. But that’s another story for another time.