Farewell, slightly gentrified, dirty-in-a-couple-parts neighborhood I fell in love with. Hello, sterile, impersonal, fully gentrified neighborhood of today.
I’ll never forget what a cool, character-having but still completely safe neighborhood this used to be back when I was growing up in the aughts (growing from age 24 to 28). There used to be three brunch places, one of which didn’t even have its own Yelp page (but us locals knew how to find it). Now there’s SEVEN good brunch places, and choosing between them is a big ordeal every week, and “Spoon” doesn’t even include a mimosa with their $12 brunch option, and stupid “Oeuf” ALWAYS has a big line even when I get there at, like, friggin’ 3:30. When did my neighborhood get overrun by these Yuppie wannabes INSTAGRAMMING their dumb food while I’m trying to focus on my review for my French Toast Tumblr? Keep Reading