When I was living in Park Slope, Ronak and I frequently drove back and forth between the two boroughs-- across the Manhattan bridge, down Flatbush, and right on 7th Avenue. One warm day we decided to continue on straight to Prospect Park for a picnic. We pulled over and popped into Brooklyn Larder, an epicurean oasis on one of Brooklyn's busiest traffic arteries. We grabbed egg salad & bacon sandwiches, tabasco potato chips and fizzy lizzies-- a combination that still makes our mouths water.
