A tree grows in Brooklyn. Lots of them actually.

“People in New York City suffer from allergies? REALLY?”

Yes, I’m here to tell you that we do. And this op-ed tells you why we may actually suffer more than in other cities.

Although non-New Yorkers might think of NYC as the Concrete Jungle, plenty of trees, grasses and other pollen producers do grow here – and well!

One source estimates that New York City has more than 5 million trees. We’re lucky to have such a green city, but yes, we sneeze a lot in season.

I’ll deal with the pollen just fine once my favorite Linden trees bloom.

For more city greenery, check out Erin Boyle’s Instagrams

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My NYC To Do List – Item #13: take a cheese class

I love cheese. Wouldn’t it be fun to know more about it? I think so.

In my opinion, the funkier the cheese, the better. I’m not sure there’s a cheese I wouldn’t try.

Via Murray’s

Here in the New York metropolitan area, there are cheese making classes. But I think I just want to eat it!

These are a few of the options I’m considering:

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Mmm…Pizza

I had dinner at Lucali the other night. It’s a special little restaurant in Carroll Gardens, Brooklyn.

Lucali

Lucali serves pizza and calzones. That’s it. Take your pick.

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Lucali is BYOB and cash only. Fortunately a member of our party brought a really enjoyable homemade red wine.

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For dessert, we had calzones filled with sweet ricotta, drizzled with nutella and dotted with sea salt.

Miami folks, Lucali recently opened a location there too.

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Welcome back, Fatty Cue

Once I zeroed in on Williamsburg during my apartment search, I used Fatty Cue as a spot to regroup and refuel.

I loved this beef brisket sandwich.

Fatty Cue

And this cocktail, the Malay michelada.

Fatty Cue

I was bummed when the restaurant suddenly closed, and stay closed for a long time.

But Fatty Cue is back. Yay!

Here’s a preview of the reopened spot by Maryse Chevriere on Serious Eats.

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The Not-For-Everyone Gift

When my friend Candace visited me a few weeks ago, we rambled all over the part of Brooklyn where I life. One of our stops was In God We Trust, a boutique on a quieter block of Bedford Avenue.

We browsed and tried on sunglasses.

Sunglasses

Then I noticed these roughly engraved pendants. Look closely.

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I won’t be buying one of these R rated charms for my mother. But for one of my smart ass friends? Perhaps. How about you?

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Careful, I’m spicy!

Me too.

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Mast Brothers is specialty chocolatier in my neighborhood. When I walk by the shop on my way to my favorite coffee shop, it’s hard not to stop in. They make the bars and other products right here on N 3rd Street and the smells that seep out are tantalizing.

A recent New York Magazine cover story lumped Mast Brothers in with “twee” artisanal Brooklyn and a book is forthcoming.

But for me, the chocolate speaks for itself. Bars like sea salt and Stumptown coffee are my favorite Brooklyn gifts to give.

Take note: the serrano chile bar is just as spicy as promised!

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Living in NYC: Has it been Disneyfied?

There will always be complaints about New York City: that it’s too gritty, that is too cleaned up, something.

People who live in new condos on the Bowery – previously home to CBGB – complain about noise from area clubs.

Via therealdeal.com

Recently Martin Scorsese lamented that the neighborhood of his youth has been taken over by Whole Foods, towering skyscrapers, expensive hotels and the like.

On the other hand, consider this gem of a video shared by BensonhurstBean and Curbed showing what it was like to ride the subway in 1987.

Thanks to BensonhurstBean and Curbed for sharing the subway video.

I agree with Scorsese that homogeneity is lamentable, but really – is he going to move back to a studio in his old building on Elizabeth Street anytime soon?

Via urbanedgeny.com

I don’t think so.

Change is painful, but inevitable.

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