Last Sunday was the Atlantic Antic.
Most weekend street fairs in New York are nothing but a traffic inconvenience. There are vendors that sell sheets, tube socks, sad little bonsai trees, designer sunglass knockoffs, and wolf t-shirts. Well, let's just say we've indulged in the wolf shirts before, but otherwise, it's a waste of time.
Antic is different.
It threatened to rain all day, but for the most part it stayed dry, and surprisingly cool.
Parents found new, ingenious ways to utilize their baby strollers to haul around the kids and their beer.
There are tons of art and jewelery vendors- most of them are local and have very unique items. Lots of vintage clothing as well. Best of all was the food.
We had some excellent oysters from some vendor, and a smoked brisket sandwich from Mile End deli on Hoyt st that really made my day sunshiny and bright.
There were some good live bands as well.
They also had some vintage buses on display, including vintage ads.
98 cents a quart even back in the day sounds like you're drinking yourself into a bad hangover.
I was sad because by the time we got to the end of Atlantic Ave, there were still lobster rolls from the Red Hook Lobster Pound and Steve's Key Lime Pies to be had, but I couldn't do it. I've learned an important lesson about pacing myself on Atlantic Ave for next year.