No, I’m not writing about an amputated, ginger-haired pirate. This mainly industrial part of Brooklyn is home to a large Latin-American community, baseball and football pitches and lots of street food on Saturdays.
It’s a bit of a walk under freeways and past steel factories but an avenue of shady trees and wide open green spaces welcomes you like a second home. There’s a mix of families, amateur ball players and perhaps a small segment of nomadic wanderers such as myself.
I didn’t want this blog to become TOO food-related. There’s plenty of those around already. BUT, if you enjoy Mexican, Columbian, Ecuadorian or Puerto-Rican food, Red Hook on Saturday’s is the place to be.
I’d sampled a bit of Mexican food already so I decided to opt for the slightly less-busy cart preparing culinary delights of Ecuador. There was not a lot of english going on so I pointed to the spicy looking stew with beans and rice and said “pollo por favor”.
At that moment the only thing I could’ve possibly wished for more was a larger stomach. I tried my best to finish the delicious plate of food but failed.
Sipping a fresh cantaloupe (rockmelon) juice and walking with as much vigour as possible to aid digestion, I ventured further into the park.
To my right were two Jamaican-American teams fiercely facing off on a bumpy football pitch and to my left was a collection of 15 Latin-American families, or one very extended family, playing baseball and barbecuing chicken quesadillas.
I finished the afternoon listening to an African/Fusion band playing for a pirate festival outside Ikea. Don’t ask me why there was a pirate festival or an Ikea in Red Hook. All I know is that the Swedish furniture giant’s presence meant there were free ferries going across the East River. I wasn’t a yuppy or a young mother but of course I still used it.
The perfect afternoon to get away from the concrete jungle that can be NYC at times.