I think we found our home. In an old abandoned skeletal tobacco warehouse situated in the shadow of the Brooklyn Bridge, the Sunday location of Smorgasburg.
El Guapo, Chef Lucky, and I spent the weekend doing due diligence on this curious culinary community and it was a phenomenal experience. Seemed like the foot traffic on Saturday was as substantial as Sunday but the latter is preferable to us.
It's dog friendly, family orientated with a park and Ferris wheel nearby, and well, the name of the neighborhood may seem fitting to some of our friends and followers.
We're submitting our application today to be a vendor so keep your pistolas crossed because it seems they're very exclusive.
As many of you know, I walked across Manhattan, Brooklyn, and most of Long Island and one of the singular things I observed was the paucity of big dogs in the city. They're all micro, toy, min min, so it's time for a big dog there. Chef Big Dog, that is.