12/7/11

Brooklyn Heights

A few weekends ago, B took me out to Brooklyn Heights for dinner at a quiet little pizza restaurant under the Brooklyn Bridge. We watched a woman take fifteen minutes to parallel park, listened to the slow hum of the restaurant's heater, and commented on how beautiful the lights of Manhattan looked.
Poetic. Delicious. Romantic. Everything a date should be. And we really need to get out to Brooklyn more often. All the cool kids are doing it.