Monday–thunderstorms forecast. All week, we’re back in the high 80s, with lows of 70 forecast. What a relief. Apparently our up-to-115 degree heat wave from Friday through Sunday was a record-breaker from New York to Baltimore. The Weather Service map is all red and pink.
We’ve been meaning to get a “best air conditioned escape from our urban boiling rotting hell” piece together for you. In the interim, you could try Apt 138 on Smith Street. I’m sitting there now, in the AC, editing. It’s nice and not crowded. I will admit, the Frank Sinatra playing at 3 million decibels is a slight distraction. But the salads are fantastic, and it’s kind of dark but not dingy or smelly. Recommended.
And that brings me to a side point: Wanted to let you, our dear readers, know that all the restaurants and establishments that we recommend or promote come from our editorial, opinionated standpoint. We’ve never done a “sponsored” post–in other words, we’ve never taken money from anyone to promote their business. We are selling ads to pay the expenses of publishing South Brooklyn Post, but there’s no relationship between the advertising and the editorial content.
Just thought you’d like to know.
Stay cool.
