It’s nearly 10 years since I wrote the editor’s letter for the launch of Edible Brooklyn — and over seven since I typed Edible Manhattan’s first.
My favorite food-system solution in this issue isn’t a shiny machine or a killer app.
First the first time, we’ve combined our annual drinks issue to bring you stories from both Manhattan and Brooklyn.
What if our four magazines united, like family around a holiday table, and printed one giant feast of an issue featuring stories from across the region?
The best way to travel in this borough is to simply to walk around and find a place to eat.
If her name sounds familiar, that’s because she’s written for every issue of Edible Brooklyn since this magazine launched nine years ago.
Exactly nine years ago, Gabrielle Langholtz sat in Park Slope writing the editor’s letter to the first Edible Brooklyn. Thirty-three issues later, she’s typing her last.
They say alcohol is a truth serum and I can’t lie: Editing our annual drinks issue is great fun.
As I send our annual travel issue to the printer, I’m realizing, as Dorothy did, that there’s no place like home.
I’m ashamed to say I can’t remember the first meal I ate at Diner, but there have been plenty since that I’ll never forget.
This issue also includes some miracles, at least by my definition.
When Superstorm Sandy gave Red Hook a brackish bashing, Fort Defiance took it on the chin.