Brooklyn but the real Brooklyn, not the areas that are said in the same breath as Manhatten neighborhoods. No seven dollar cocktails and targeted luxury dollars. I'm talking the unique Brooklyn flava'. I'm talking underground vodka bars in Midwood, hot men playing basketball in Crown Heights on a Wednesday night, the Puerto Rican parties on the Boardwalk in Coney Island, the Friday dusk rush of Bensonhurst, Indian food in Bay Ridge, the Disney-like appeal of a meal at Sahara, the rocks course that is McDonald Avenue, the wilderness preserves flanking the Belt...Welcome to Brooklyn, we got what you need.
if I didn't have to work or hit the improv nexus, I'd rarely (mostly never) enter Manhatten. I love the Bronx too, but it feels too much like intensified Brooklyn blight. Staten Island is nothing more but the stop off between Brooklyn and Jersey. And as far as Queens goes, just the street names alone makes me quiver with fear and ickatude. Queens- where New Yorkers go to be lost.