How Gentrification Sounds

“‘I’m your friend, I’m not your enemy, but you’ve got to leave.'”

Party Like It’s 1897, Bitches!

Oh my god, they’re actually baking their own bread:

Brooklyn, fiercely proud of its independence from Manhattan, is an expanding frontier for the Do It Yourself movement — resourceful residents are baking bread, raising chickens for eggs, keeping bees for honey or simply renovating brownstones themselves.

We’ll Keep Those Fond Memories Of Miss Brooklyn In A Special Place Close To Our Hearts . . . Right Alongside The Scars From The Eminent Domain Abuse And The Heartburn That Followed Once You Finally Realized That Your Children Actually Might Grow Up Rooting For The Nets

In an SEC filing, Atlantic Yards developers admit that the big project that will reshape downtown Brooklyn may never pan out, meaning that all the project would amount to would be one lousy arena — no low-income housing, no Miss Brooklyn tower and little economic benefit, because sports arenas don’t easily recoup a $300 million public investment:

Documents filed last week with the Securities and Exchange Commission by developer Bruce Ratner and his Forest City Enterprises warn that the non-arena portions of the plan could experience “further delays” leading to most or all of the rest of the 22-acre, $4.9 million project being scrapped.

Location Scout: Atlantic Yards.

Bars By Zip Code

Helpful when you want to impress visitors with intriguing facts about the city:

A Post analysis of state liquor licenses by ZIP code has zeroed in on the booziest blocks, with the East Village’s 10003 rising to the top of the suds-soaked list.

There were 474 bars, restaurants and corner stores licensed to sell hooch in the hood, beating out Times Square and Hell’s Kitchen.

For further research: Is this the highest concentration of bars in the country? What about per capita? Need more details to pad out the walking tour!

The Soft, Smooth, Gentrifying Sound Of Indie Rock Calms Any Neighborhood

Or, how NPR and The Decemberists slowly sucked all the life out of your borough. Which is also to say, indie rock is officially dead:

A group of persnickety Park Slopers don’t want a hip-hop haven in their hipster hood.

A petition circulating in the Brooklyn enclave begs the owner of Prime 6, a club slated to open not far from the new basketball arena, to adopt an “indie rock” theme.