mostly-barred saturday.
Bar seats figured heavily into my Saturday this past weekend: first, a lovely solo brunch at the bar at Maialino, where I ordered the always-wonderful amatriciana al’forno, and paired it with a glass of Rosso Piceno — an indulgence, sure, but sometimes you gotta treat yourself. Later, while waiting for some film to get processed, I sat at the bar at Commonwealth in Park Slope, where I did a bit of reading alongside a glass (er, maybe two) of Pinot Grigio (note to nice bar owners: there are equally inexpensive bottles of Gruner Veltliner that would make much better house whites, ahem). Then, while strolling through Boerum Hill with Daniel, I caught a glimpse of springtime in the trees above; this was en route to Van Horn Sandwich Shop, where we sat at the bar and split some great hush puppies, mac n cheese, and a fried fish sandwich.
Oh, and here’s the man himself, frontside.
hong-an tran 