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🙂 = Easily accessible by all modes of transportation – car, subway, bus, and ferry. Parking garages are available nearby. Large open concrete lot and grassy area for kids to get the wiggles out. There is also a small, sandy beach similar to National Harbor’s Awakening for the little ones to get dirty in.

🙁 = It’s an outdoor event so there are no high chairs or changing stations. Porta-potties are the only restroom options.

Notes: Smorgasburg has multiple locations with the bigger events all running from 11am-6pm. Saturdays: Williamsburg (East River State Park – 90 Kent Ave at N. 7th St) and Queens (43-29 Crescent St. – at 43rd Ave). Sundays: Brooklyn Bridge Park (Pier 5, 304 Furman St). They also have smaller events at Coney, Seaport, Berg’n, and Park Slope. Additionally, they have a small set up at Central Park SummerStage which is a ticketed event. See link for more details on the various Smorgasburg locations.

Tips: Visitors to NY should take the East River Ferry heading south from the E 34th St./Midtown terminal and hop off at N 6th St./North Williamsburg. A one way ticket is $4 ($6 on weekends). Or you can opt for an all day pass for $12 ($18 on weekends). Best part? Kids five and under ride free! We got a one way ticket for Smorgasburg but got an all day pass the next day and hopped on and off at Brooklyn Bridge/DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass) and Governor’s Island. My first time in The Big Apple, and not even an hour in, we were on board the East River Ferry headed to North Williamsburg, Brooklyn for the legendary Smorgasburg. TodFoo™ DC don’t play, ya’ll! Armed with my Auntie “NY Fabulous” as our city expert, we were off to what could only be described as a real life “Foo-topia.” Highly touted by highly respected major media outlets and chefs alike, Smorgasburg had well over 70 food vendors set up during our visit. I repeat. Over S-E-V-E-N-T-Y of New York’s finest chow-down spots in one location! Can’t beat that with a bat! And a good percentage of ‘em don’t even operate out of a brick and mortar. They exist solely for Smorgasburg and catering events. Crazy!

The best way to get there for out-of-towners, as I mentioned before, is the East River Ferry. It takes you down the East River where you can sit back, relax, and soak in the diggity dope views of the city skyline! Luckily for us, it was a gorgeous summer day. So we sat on the top deck, cool wind in my hair. One smell of colitas. Rising up through the a…Sorry, there I go with my musical tangents again. Anyway, as we pulled in to dock, you could already see the army of food tents hunkered down like a Roman Empire war camp. ‘Twas magnificent.

Home Frite Truffle Parmesan Fries with garlic aioli

Home Frite…mi amour!

There was everything under the sun, including the famous, original “Ramen Burger.” But that line was as long as the Empire State Building is tall. Dad called it the “no friggity-frack” line. ‘Cause there was no friggity-frackin’ way he was waiting in that thing. Right next to the Ramen Burger tent was the second longest line, Home Frite, where the fries are cut as thick as my dad’s head and the container it comes in is as big as his mouth. But I really shouldn’t be doggin’ him like that. I mean, he DID wait in that line and surprise me with a humongoid cone of perfect truffle parmesan fries and a side of garlic aioli. Yeah. They were perfect. An  unopened-Hot-Wheels-Monster-Jam-Halloween-Limited-Edition-Grave-Digger-Monster-Truck kind of perfect. Fresh, hot, crisp, meaty, truffl-y, and parmesan-y spud sticks. It’s what all potatoes should aspire to become.

Mom had a brisket sandwich, in addition to, a pulled pork sandwich from NY BBQ heavyweight, Mighty Quinn’s. Moms is like “Foo-dini.” She makes food disappear with the quickness. That’s what happened with those sandwiches. And that’s how I can tell she likes something. When she makes them disappear without so much as a word.

Mighty Quinn's BBQ pulled pork and brisket sandwiches

Constructing my own Foo York City skyline

Pops also had a brisket sandwich though his was from Lonestar Empire, which he downed while waiting in line for my fries. Slow smoked Texas style brisket. That’s all they do. Brisket. He nicknamed it “water” brisket. In the same vain that no one can live without water, he could now no longer live without Lonestar’s brisket. When he ordered, the lady in the blue bandana asked if he wanted lean or juicy. And by juicy, she meant fatty. Daddio was like, “I’m Filipino. What is this lean you speak of? Hook a brother up with some figgity fat!” And that she did. Thus, began his brisket infidelity to BBQ Bus (see my Truckeroo post). The meat. The juice. The onion slices, house-made pickles, and dash of handcrafted bbq sauce. He was smitten. He was but one man incapable of loving just one brisket. In the end, he saw nothing wrong with having roasts in different area codes.

Lonestar Empire brisket sandwich

Oh brisket, my brisket

My dad is so weird. I can’t stress that enough. But anyway, we set up camp at one of the smatterings of picnic tables in a huge, open, concrete lot right next to the tents. Most people chose to eat standing up or sitting on a long, cinderblock half-wall separating the lot and the food area. There were also seasoned Smorgasburg veterans who brought picnic blankets to set up on a small, sandy beach right along the river. But no matter where you chose to eat, that view of Manhattan was gold! Good eats AND a view? Ridonkulous!

NYC skyline from Brooklyn

But that view though…

Smorgasburg got it exactly right. The food. The location. The organization. The view. Throw in the company of my fams and Auntie NY Fabulous, dad’s sister from another mister, and I had a day that was simply perfect…just like my Home Frites!

Bite-size peacin’ out from Brooklyn!

90 Kent Avenue

Brooklyn, NY 11249

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