The menu was typical casual English food in a sit-down fancified environment with prices to match (not that they were outrageous or anything). It's all to be expected since this isn't an authentic chip shop replica, it's a dining establishment in a gentrified neighborhood. My favorite Park Slope moment came when the kid at the table next to us asked his mother, "what kind of music is this?" and she informatively replied, "techno." Ah, Brooklyn and its free spirits.
The funny part was when they told James he'd received the last piece of cod. We also ordered fried Mars bars and when they said they'd have to check if they had any, it made me a little nervous. It wasn't until we left that I noticed the sign on the door (that wasn't there when we entered) saying they'd ran out of food, and due to the impending storm, didn't know when they'd have more. Not just out of fish, but food altogether. That was pretty absurd. I don't know if it was opening week underplanning or if Park Slope residents just love their pub fare. I felt lucky to have snatched up the last scraps.
It seems that I've been spending an inordinate amount of time in brownstone Brooklyn these days. I guess I never frequented the area until late '00 when I got a job in the neighborhood. It's not something I want to make a habit of. Be forewarned, it's the stomping grounds for aging, were-never-quite-hipsters, and precocious tots and the parents (who are largely comprised of the aging, were-never-quite-hipsters) who made them that way. (3/3/01)
Deep-fried Twinkies...what more can I say? (9/6/02)
Chip Shop * 383 5th Ave.,
Brooklyn, NY
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