How Locals Spend a Sunday

The Flea, the Food, the Kid, Brooklyn

by Eric Demby

Eric Demby, the co-founder of the trailblazing Brooklyn Flea market, takes us on a tour of his perfect weekend in the neighborhood.

BROOKLYN – I have a two-year-old, so I'm up early, which means coffee before 8 a.m. Every week or so I buy fresh-ground Stumptown from Sit and Wonder, a very sweet cafe near my apartment. This makes me happy — even at 7 a.m. on a Sunday.

On our way to staple Underhill Playground around the corner, we either pick up bagels at the Lebanese-run Olde Brooklyn Bagel Shoppe, which features a hard-boiled egg with zaatar-sesame-feta mix on a sesame bagel that I somehow love. Or we take the kid for crepes and pancakes at Le Gamin.

Around 10 or 11 in the morning, we head over to the Brooklyn Flea (which I co-founded) in Williamsburg to bump into friends, shop, and snack on Pizza Moto, Asia Dog, pupusas, and, of course, a People's Pop for the kid. She likes to play on the wooden "choo-choo train" north of the market. Mom and dad prefer to sit on the grass south of the market and catch the breeze off the water. We'll buy rosemary-plum tarts from the Momofuku Milk Bar + Friends stand for dinner that night, and stroll over to Bird on Grand Street to try on fancy clothes. We'll drive past Marlow & Daughters on Broadway to buy meat, veggies, cheese, and whatever sausage they made that week to grill at home for dinner.

In the afternoon, we either hit another playground (usually P.S. 282 in Park Slope, which has excellent slide diversity) or meet friends at the Prospect Park Zoo, which is very manageable and cute. In summer, we go to the family-friendly dance party Mister Sunday that's outdoors on the Gowanus Canal and features the heady quartet of Mile End smoked meat, beer, a giant sandbox, and the best DJs on the planet. After that, if she's a good girl, we'll get ice cream at our fave — Blue Marble on Underhill Avenue — only if the new and also excellent Ample Hills Creamery literally across the street from home doesn't lure us first.

Sundays are family night at our apartment with my brother, my sister-in-law, and whatever grandparents are around that week. As soon as the temperature goes above freezing, I start grilling on our terrace. It's the easiest way to cook for six-plus people. Everyone brings a bottle of wine from Fermented Grapes, where the owner knows what we like (seriously).

But if mom and dad are too wiped after a long day, we'll eat out early with the kid, preferably at Franny's, my favorite restaurant anywhere. Interesting salads, insane pizzas and pastas, chocolate sorbetto from God, always a good Lambrusco.

I like watching the Red Sox at night, reading novels and/or the Week in Review with the wife in bed, and digesting all that yummy food.


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