One of the great things about biking in the city is how you wind up randomly discovering places you might otherwise miss while rushing past in a subway or car. Today on my bike home from Prospect Park to Carroll Gardens, I stumbled on a new restaurant in the Gowanus neighborhood of Brooklyn. The outside facade was done in whitewashed brick and the Ye Olde English lettering used for the name above the door made me feel as if I’d arrived in a small British village by way of the Gowanus Canal. Appropriately the cafe’s name was similarly quaint “Four and Twenty Blackbirds.” And the blackboard out front said it all: this restaurant specialized in pie with a capital P. But what amazing flavors of pie! Strawberry/Balsamic…Chess…Lavender/Blueberry. Having only a dollar in my pocket and needing to get to the optometrist by 6:00 p.m. to pick up my new funky glasses, I couldn’t stop to eat. But I’m definitely returning soon to see what dainty pies they set before this queen. (Sorry, bad joke.) This could become my new favorite writing locale.
Address: 439 Third Avenue at 8th Street