Closing Bell: You Must Be From Brooklyn Heights If…
Brooklyn Heights Blog has a recent post about “You Must be from Brooklyn Heights If…” items. The list was originally complied by the Brooklyn Heights Facebook group. Some examples are: —If you know where Ho-Bags is —If you’ve played suicide or handball in Love Lane —If you can pronounce Montague, Joralemon, or Schermerhorn Street Can…

Brooklyn Heights Blog has a recent post about “You Must be from Brooklyn Heights If…” items. The list was originally complied by the Brooklyn Heights Facebook group.
Some examples are:
—If you know where Ho-Bags is
—If you’ve played suicide or handball in Love Lane
—If you can pronounce Montague, Joralemon, or Schermerhorn Street
Can you think of anything that needs to be added to the list?
Photo by twofones.
if you miss the pizza place where corcoran took over
You spend 4 dollars for a latte at Starbucks but you don’t feed the parking meter.
if you know this is one of the nice new signs in Cadman Plaza Park.
Posted by: denton at January 22, 2009 4:36
“…If you never, ever leave the Heights except to go to Manhattan.”
… except to go to Newport…
Or, your brother, in eleventh grade, got kicked in the head by a ‘dancer’ at Wildfire.
Not only did you dip in the St. George pool, you got a BJ at Club Wildfyre…
–You’ve shopped on Pineapple Walk
–You’ve eaten Sunday breakfast at the counter of Clarks
–You remember the Heights Cinema theater when they
never mopped the floors; wait, do they mop the floors
now?
–You yearn for the return of Bagel lady
–You cursed the goddamn elevators going to the subway at
Clark Street “They can test the dirt on Mars and they
can’t fix this freaking thing!!!”
–You know enough never to walk up the staircase from the
platform to the street at Clark Street.
–You know how to make Jehovah Witnesses go away without
saying anything.
–You know that Noodle Pudding is a dynamite Italian
restaurant.
Rob, your list actually cracked me up. A chariot! BRG, your post was just mean-spirited and unfunny.
if you’ve just eaten in a mediocre restaurant and it doesn’t seem to faze you because “its always been that way”.
You know the difference between Willow Street and Willow Place.
You know which entrance to the Promenade has the ice cream truck.
You (probably) are old enough to have visited the legendary swimming pool in the St. George Hotel.
You get very excited about church fairs. (Okay, I don’t live there and I do–see some of you at the Grace Church Winter Fair.)