Summer 2009

EB 14 CoverAround the time Michael Jackson recorded “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough,” I learned my first joke: When is a car not a car? Answer: When it turns into a parking spot. Okay, I admit you have to be in pigtails to get a laugh with that one. But I’m reminded of it when I look at this issue’s cover (which I don’t intend to get enough of any time soon; it’s my favorite in all our three years of printing). In this instance, a truck has become much more than a way to get around—it’s been turned into a garden. I’m smitten with this project and not just because it’s a play on the term “truck farm”—an old phrase for a farm that grows produce for market—but because it embodies the kind of innovative edible transformations happening all over our boro, the kind our little publication is all about.

Sure, there are literal ways that Brooklynites transform foods. Say, from cucumbers into ideological relish, or from cherries into People’s Popsicles—and we celebrate both in this issue. But those two examples are more than simple preservation; they’re the outcomes of inspiration.

The women behind Superfine, one of our favorite restaurants in town, know a thing or two about transformation. They rebuilt—by hand—a forgotten Dumbo space into a vibrant restaurant, one that feels like a neighborhood hangout but, thanks to a magic wand they evidently wield in the kitchen, tastes like a hedonist’s destination.

St. John Frizell has done something similar in Red Hook—I love his ideas about creating a “third space” at his new classification-defying eatery, Fort Defiance, which goes from day to evening more gracefully than an Easy Spirit pump.

There are other great transformations in this issue—grapefruit seeds into grapefruit trees; a dive bar into a comic hero shrine; a warehouse rooftop into a farm; and bacon into an award-winning cupcake topping. But perhaps our favorite is that of hops to beer—one we hope you’ll help us celebrate on Wednesday, July 29, at BAM, when our Good Beer bash serves up the best brews from the boro and beyond. It just might transform the way you think about beer. And I promise not to tell you any bad jokes.

Truck Farm, Red Hook.