Brooklyn Fish Camp

In December, my teammates and I went to Brooklyn for an offsite and to celebrate the intern’s last week with us in New York. I’m not the biggest fan of Brooklyn because something bad always happens to me when I’m there (not Brooklyn’s fault at all, it just so happens that bad things happen to me in Brooklyn). The day before our offsite, I was talking to my colleague about how to get to the coffee shop we were meeting at – he said to get off at Atlantic Avenue so I could transfer across the platform instead of going up and down stairs (the biggest subway win in my book). I completely forgot where I should get off because I didn’t think anything of the trip (and I kind of go on auto-pilot during the week since I only take the subway two stops). When I got to the train station, I realized that I transferred across the platform but had no idea where I was going (THE BROOKLYN CURSE STRIKES AGAIN!) I got out of the subway station after asking someone if I was going in the right direction (and her telling me that I had to go back into the city) and it just so happened to be the right station to get off at for the offsite.

Of course I texted/emailed everyone when I got out of the station to let them know I was alive but at that very moment, my phone’s signal refused to work; I tried to make a call because I thought it just took a minute to find a signal since I was underground, but no luck. I just started walking and hoping for the best…luckily, I was going on the generally right direction (although I was walking in new ballet flats and it just so happened that everything in Brooklyn was wet and ruining my new suede soles). I finally met up with my colleagues and made them promise me that we would NEVER ever go to Brooklyn again (they promised, don’t worry). For lunch, we decided to head to Brooklyn Fish Camp, who shares an owner with Mary’s Fish Camp in Manhattan. We ordered some appetizers for the table, including fried oysters with homemade tartar sauce:

And deviled eggs with smoked salmon:

I was trying to be healthy and ended up ordering the grilled whole mackerel fish:

After lunch, we lost our spot at the coffee shop and tried to find another spot to work (but couldn’t find one because apparently all the coffee shops in Brooklyn are taken during the day). On our way home, of course the storm clouds came in and it poured on us when we were running to the subway, then the subway got stuck underground and we were told to go back to Brooklyn (there was definitely no way I was EVER going back to Brooklyn on the subway), and I finally got home an hour and a half later. Luckily, I was still full from lunch….and no, I have not been back to Brooklyn since this incident.