Texts with my Brooklyn-native parents over the course of a year:
Me: Bla bla lunch bla bla bla.
Them: Try Fairway Market in Redhook! Check out the old trolley cars behind the building!
Me: That’s nowhere near where we are.
Them: We’re in NY. Tell Peter we want to meet up. Maybe we can go to Fairway Market!
Me: He’s out in Chelsea most days, you’ll probably have to go meet where he is.
Me: (maintenance-related issue)
Parents: Go to Home Depot. There’s one out in Red Hook, right by Fairway Market!
Yesterday, on our way to a friend’s rooftop cookout in Redhook, we found ourselves at Fairway Market.
I laughed and asked Peter’s brother to take this touristy shot of us so I could send it to my parents.
Parents get text: Where are you, should we enlarge it?
:( :( :(
In defense of my parents and of Fairway Market: So long as I have a car here I kiiiinda feel willing to make the 20-minute trip out there every other week for groceries. I didn’t get the hype until finally going there. They have so many things I’ve never seen before, and let you sample like, everything! And in generous amounts!