My first years in New York City involved living in a cramped railroad apartment on the Upper East Side with two girlfriends from grad school. You’d never catch me boarding a train for Brooklyn back then—it seemed like a whole other country.
But somehow E convinced me to make the move, and now I’ll never go back. Brooklyn is a whole other country—and I love every part of it. The pace is just a little slower, the occupants a little quirkier, the community a little closer (people on the block actually greet me by name). So I’m trying to convert my Manhattan-loving pals to cross the line by organizing dinner in Williamsburg. Once they get a feel for, I bet they’ll take the bait.