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post #7936 of 11479
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Originally Posted by Manton View Post

I've never been to Brooklyn. where is it again?

 

On Saturday afternoon it was about 150 miles NW of here at a little Catskills dive bar infected with about a dozen plaid wearing, moustachied lumbersexuals.

 

I turned around and came home.

 

lefty

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Granted, their menu changes often, as you know, but you should try the boar. So good.

i'll check it out. my opinion on brucie is the apps / salads are great, pasta is OK and the mains are usually a bit meh.
post #7938 of 11479
we drove back into the city from upstate last night and in an effort to avoid the GWB traffic, we took an interesting route through Bear Mountain. Wish it was light out because it seemed like quite the scenic route.

note: don't take route if weather is snowy/icy.
post #7939 of 11479

Palisades? Can be good, but also bottlenecks at the GWB. 

 

lefty

post #7940 of 11479
I don't think I was on the Palisades, or maybe I was briefly on it. I belileve it was Rt 17 to Rt 6 through Fort Montgomery to 87, and then over to the BQE somehow.
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On Saturday afternoon it was about 150 miles NW of here at a little Catskills dive bar infected with about a dozen plaid wearing, moustachied lumbersexuals.

I turned around and came home.

lefty

They were definitely lumbersexuals and not genuine country folk? I was in the Adirondacks over the long weekend and went to breakfast one morning. Several guys were sporting flannels and beards but they weren't no sissy city boys.
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I don't think I was on the Palisades, or maybe I was briefly on it. I belileve it was Rt 17 to Rt 6 through Fort Montgomery to 87, and then over to the BQE somehow.

This is a great route to take in fair weather or during the fall foliage. It drives near the West Point compound which is worth a visit/tour as well.

The Bear Mountain parks are nice to visit as well.
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They were definitely lumbersexuals and not genuine country folk? I was in the Adirondacks over the long weekend and went to breakfast one morning. Several guys were sporting flannels and beards but they weren't no sissy city boys.

 

Their plaid was perfect, their moustaches waxed and they stunk of Williamsburg. 

 

Lumbersexuals.

 

lefty

post #7944 of 11479
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Originally Posted by Connemara View Post

They were definitely lumbersexuals and not genuine country folk? I was in the Adirondacks over the long weekend and went to breakfast one morning. Several guys were sporting flannels and beards but they weren't no sissy city boys.

Their plaid was perfect, their moustaches waxed and they stunk of Williamsburg. 

Lumbersexuals.

lefty

I'm actually kind of disappointed by the lack of these people in my neighborhood. I thought it would be full of them, but all I see are a bunch of lesbians.
post #7945 of 11479
The lesbian population has grown in the past 2-3 years and it definitely noticeable. It is very curious.
post #7946 of 11479

^^ Look under their skirts. Those aren't lesbians.

 

lefty

post #7947 of 11479
From the bitching and complaining about $700 rents going to $800 for 3,000 sq/ft houses in Portland, Oregon by my friends on Facebook apparently the "true" hipsters are moving out there.
post #7948 of 11479

From a blog of one of the new hickster Catskill restaurants...

 

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AROUND

Saturday. Woke up earlier than expected, coffee downstairs, jumped in the car and drove over to Bovina, stopping at Byebrook Farm for raw milk, eggs and yogurt. More coffee and a couple of Bea’s bacon, avocado, swiss and tomato breakfast sandwiches at Russells; great old village scene, men in Carhartts talking hydroponics and interior decorating. Word is, Clyde McCracken’s Deere blew a knurled piston flange and Dan Finn harvested a pig.

Swung by the farm on Glen Burnie for milk-fed pork, a quart of Moonshine Maple and half-wheel of Danchego. Back to Bloomville to unload, pausing at Last Harvest‘s farmstand for a big bag of sugar snaps. Hopped on the bikes, out along Back River Road to Hobart, bought a volume of Walt Whitman’s dirty limericks from the folk at Wm. H. Adams before pushing on to Stamford, where we parked the bikes and growled our way up Mount Utsayantha for amazing views over the Western Caskills (and amazing swigs from a hipflask of Delaware Phoenix). Back past Vasta’s Miracle Lanes, resisting the urge to shoot a rack or two, and along the rails-to-trails, thinking next time we’d bring some gear and pull a fish out of the river.

Swapped out cleats and bib-shorts for boots and jeans as we made our way to Heleen Heyning’s to ride Icelandic horses along deep country trails. Perfect Manhattan (up) at the bar in The Shire, back home to spruce up before pizza, salad, pie and ice-cream at Table on Ten. A Table Spritz and bottle of Lambrusco. Invited to detour up Bramley Mountain for an after-dark nightcap and dip in Julian‘s pond, lying back in the field watching the fireflies and the stars collide. Then back down the hill to the sleep of the Just.

Sunday. Woke late to the smell of coffee and toast. Realised over breakfast downstairs that we missed the string quartet in the barn at Honest Brook last night. Or was it the 90’s rockers in John’s Bovina barn?  Banjo pluckers at Mark’s bonfire by the river? Ah well, next time. Tempted to stay close today, join the crew of folk heading out to Table Rock for hole-swimming or float some tubes down the West Branch to Lucky Dog Farm Store, for more local supplies and that great meatloaf sandwich.

Wanted to check out Ommegang Brewery, so pulled ourselves together and headed to Cooperstown, stopping at Wood Bull antique barn along the way. Skirted the hajjfor the Hall of Fame, rolled back through Harpersfield (for aged Tilsit) with a pitstop at Stone & Thistle, spoilt for choice by their farm-raised meats and poultry. Pigged out on their goats’ cheese fudge. Back to Table on Ten for an afternoon bout of yoga and bodywork with Vicky, some teatowels and honey from themicrostore; tearful goodbyes (till next time) then up to the West Kortright Center to catch Act I of Twelfth Night under the stars, before beginning the gentle, meandering journey home, stopping at Cucina in Woodstock for linguine alle vongole.

We’ll be back. Maybe for Brooke and Peter‘s legendary 4th of July fireworks. Or the Demolition Derby at The County Fair in August. Maybe mountain-biking in September or January skiing at Plattekill. But we’ll be back.

 

If only the Adirondacks were closer.

 

lefty

post #7949 of 11479
Ugh. Just, ugh.
post #7950 of 11479
the renaissance man was priced out of Brooklyn.
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