How Locals Spend a Sunday

The Flea, the Food, the Kid, Brooklyn

by Eric Demby

Eric Demby, the co-founder of the trailblazing Brooklyn Flea market, takes us on a tour of his perfect weekend in the neighborhood.

BROOKLYN – I have a two-year-old, so I'm up early, which means coffee before 8 a.m. Every week or so I buy fresh-ground Stumptown from , a very sweet cafe near my apartment. This makes me happy — even at 7 a.m. on a Sunday.

On our way to staple around the corner, we either pick up bagels at the Lebanese-run Olde Brooklyn Bagel Shoppe, which features a hard-boiled egg with zaatar-sesame-feta mix on a sesame bagel that I somehow love. Or we take the kid for crepes and pancakes at .

Around 10 or 11 in the morning, we head over to the (which I co-founded) in Williamsburg to bump into friends, shop, and snack on , , pupusas, and, of course, a for the kid. She likes to play on the wooden "choo-choo train" north of the market. Mom and dad prefer to sit on the grass south of the market and catch the breeze off the water. We'll buy rosemary-plum tarts from the stand for dinner that night, and stroll over to on Grand Street to try on fancy clothes. We'll drive past on Broadway to buy meat, veggies, cheese, and whatever sausage they made that week to grill at home for dinner.

In the afternoon, we either hit another playground (usually P.S. 282 in Park Slope, which has excellent slide diversity) or meet friends at the , which is very manageable and cute. In summer, we go to the family-friendly dance party that's outdoors on the Gowanus Canal and features the heady quartet of smoked meat, beer, a giant sandbox, and the best DJs on the planet. After that, if she's a good girl, we'll get ice cream at our fave — on Underhill Avenue — only if the new and also excellent literally across the street from home doesn't lure us first.

Sundays are family night at our apartment with my brother, my sister-in-law, and whatever grandparents are around that week. As soon as the temperature goes above freezing, I start grilling on our terrace. It's the easiest way to cook for six- people. Everyone brings a bottle of wine from , where the owner knows what we like (seriously).

But if mom and dad are too wiped after a long day, we'll eat out early with the kid, preferably at , my favorite restaurant anywhere. Interesting salads, insane pizzas and pastas, chocolate sorbetto from God, always a good Lambrusco.

I like watching the Red Sox at night, reading novels and/or the with the wife in bed, and digesting all that yummy food.


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