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When I got to Brooklyn I walked around for a couple hours, taking pictures of the Promenade, the Brownstones, and the pretty, tree-lined streets. On Montague Street I passed the Heights Cafe. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and the outside patio was completely packed. I decided it would be a good place for lunch.
When I got to Brooklyn I walked around for a couple hours, taking pictures of the Promenade, the Brownstones, and the pretty, tree-lined streets. On Montague Street I passed the Heights Cafe. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon and the outside patio was completely packed. I decided it would be a good place for lunch.
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I ordered the grilled chicken sandwich, served on an onion baguette with roasted peppers, arugula, provolone cheese, and lemon pepper mayo. There were definitely too many customers for the servers to keep up, because the service was very slow. But eventually the sandwich came and it was quite good. I'm sure I could have made something better myself, but it was reasonably priced and the restaurant was a nice place to relax.
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Funny enough, about a year later my friend Elizabeth moved to Pasadena and became my best friend, and it turns out she lived only a block away from the Heights Cafe at the time. If she was out walking on that perfect Sunday afternoon, she probably walked right by me.
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There was an interesting article the other day in the NY Times about the "new Brooklyn culinary movement"
here.
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