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Catherine is right about this, tragically:
I would be happy to go to NYC on a semi-regular basis and never leave Red Hook. People, THEY HAVE AN IKEA RIGHT THERE! And also, several great bars, and adorable residential sections, and a tight-knit community that reminds me a lot of Bloomingdale.
I’m not such an apologist for the days before gentrification, but there is something important that’s lost here. We risk a moment when future generations will hear Mos declare “Red Hook where we living at” on the Black Star album, and squeal, “Oooh! I love that Fairway!” Now, I, for instance, do love that Fairway, and I take my mother to it every time I’m back home. But I also hate change when it comes to things I cherish from my youth and Bloomingdale should have second thoughts if it slouches toward what Red Hook is becoming.
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Indeed. There are characteristics about certain of our cities’ neighborhoods whose demise, while certainly not something to mourn, constitute realities that now are inaccessible to newcomers and newborns except in memory.
That Fairway totally changed the way we ate when I still lived close by (sigh). But the best thing about Red Hook by far is Red Hook park on the weekends, when Central American families set up their own stands and sell food that they cook right there. Amazing. I’d play pickup softball games on Saturdays with a bunch of dudes from the Red Hook houses, and then go over for lunch.
Other than that, I never got the hype about Red Hook. Other than a few hipster bars and a restaurant or two — stuff you can find anywhere else in the city — there’s nothing there. But then again, I live in DC now…