Weekend in Williamsburg

For many people working in the city, or working anywhere really, the weekend is a time to relax, veg out, and maybe spend a little money on some good food and a couple of beverages. I have been feeling extremely guilty the past few weekends because it has been so insanely hot, I haven't wanted to venture out of my dark, air conditioned room. No matter the heat, this weekend I decided to venture to Brooklyn.

Williamsburg is trendy and a nice change of pace from the Murray Hill area where I currently reside. There are no tall buildings, but many bars and unique restaurants, and... I even saw a man walking a pig and now I desperately need one.

After “Yelping” “Dinner in Williamsburg,” we decided to go to the Post Office. It’s a whiskey bar (with food) on the South side of Williamsburg, and its probably one of the more unique places I have ever been. They have a ridiculous amount of different kinds of bourbon, and a ton of weird cocktails. The music here is on point and I highly recommend it if you're in the area.

Following dinner and some Brooklyn Lager’s we walked who knows which way to find a new place to try. Being New York, I would usually complain that it then started to rain, but THANK GOD it did, because that is what finally broke this awful heat wave. Anyways, to avoid the rain, we went to the closest bar to us, the Gordon Bennett Bar. Great place. Hardly anyone was there and the beers were pretty cheap. We made friends with the bartender, who had just recently moved into Williamsburg. He then recommended Surf Bar, the place we would ultimately finish our evening and end up with massive amounts of sand in our shoes.

Surf bar is probably the most at home I have felt since moving to New York from Florida. The ground is sand, so that right there is reason to make you home sick. Their “Soup of the Day” is always Sangria, and who could argue with that. Also, the inside looks like someone threw up Key West, trailer parks, and the beach all over it, and its honestly the greatest combination of things I have ever seen. Excuse the coke Icee on my shirt in the picture above, it was a 45 minute ride to BK and we needed something to drink on the way, duh.

Of course, I had to end the weekend with something cool to cross off of my touristy list. Even though I had been before, my roommate, her boyfriend and I, decided that Serendipity sounded great on a Sunday, and so we went. If you live in New York and are wanting to go, but are afraid you may get cooties from a tourist, late Sunday evening is a pretty short wait, and there are very few tourists in sight.