Smorgasburg

Sunday afternoon we crossed the bridge to Brooklyn to visit the much-talked about Smorgasburg. We left just as stuffed as everyone said we would, our stomachs full of bacon grilled cheese, pigs in a banket, a glazed donut that rivals the best of ’em, and more ‘smores than I would like to admit. I highly recommend making a visit before it gets too cold to lounge on the grass (a must if you get as intensely satiated as we were).

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7 comments

  1. I would love to eat these, but again, the food would go directly to my tuchas. I would have to run back and forth across the bridge 6 time’s! FOOEY!


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