. . .or more aptly called: Smorgas-park, as it has expanded into other locations, rendering the witty pun irrelevant :-/
I didn’t really care about the new location, but the completionist in me HAD to check it out. We were already in the park breaking down the Etsy booth @ Celebrate Brooklyn so I figured why not? We landed a stellar spot right outside the 9th street entrance and didn’t want to chance moving the car. (#NotGamblers) So we decided to walk. Good thing it wasn’t 100° out or anything! . . .no wait. ..wait. . it totally was.
Doesn’t look that far, but I was pretty sure we’d passed onto the Fury Road at one point.
By the time we got there, all I wanted out of life was lemonade. A big icy sweet corn-plastic cup of fresh squeezed, food festival lemonade. Not Cranberry lime-ade, not strawberry basil lemonade, not dragonpassiondurianfruit infused lemonsomething! . . .. OK I made that last one up, but you get my drift? I love crafty artisan culinary wackiness as much as the next guy, but there’s a limit.
Then I spotted Lumpia Shack. My happy place! I hurried on over as fast as my wobbly legs could carry me and OMG! THEY HAD LEMONADE!!!!
As well as these delightful thangs:
I arrived annoyed, but left happily breathing fire.