Leon Freilich, the poet laureate of Park Slope, was so inspired by the “Dine in Brooklyn” program that he weighed in with this epic offering, “Come dine with me.”
The icy winds of February
Kept many of us sedentary,
Avoiding all the perils of ice
That often come with a medical price.
What’s needed, more than auld lang syning,
Is one or two spots of fine dining.
“One cannot think well, love well, sleep well,”
Virginia Woolf thought one Noel.
“If one has not dined very well,”
She told her sister, Vanessa Bell.
Well, as it happens, what we seek
Is here: It’s Dine In Brooklyn week.
At last, a body’s prix fixation
Can warm itself on a food vacation.
Brooklyn’s best eateries, now affordable,
Make fancy dining-out rewardable.
Almost 200 rooms to choose from
With glittering menus to peruse from.
Great lunch or dinner — don’t have to delve
Right here, for twenty-one-and-twelve.
No need to sneak in through the transom
For dishes requiring a Republican’s ransom.
Find saucisson de Lyon a bit bourgeois?
Then try a terrine of rich foie gras.
Want a dish that’s not so steamy?
Try pickled yellowtail sashimi,
And for a dish that stirs the groin,
You can’t go wrong with seared tuna loin
Prefer not to eat but rather mange?
The choice for you is duck a l’orange.
No more scrimping, no more scrunches —
A dozen fine dinners, a dozen fine lunches!
