Brighton Beach Memoirs

August 11, 2006

Take the Q train to the Brighton Beach stop and exit directly into another country. This is “Little Russia,” also known as “Little Odessa,” the heart of Brooklyn’s Russian community and the reputed home of the Russian Mafia.

The Village Voice says, “No matter where you’re from, it’s likely that at first, Brighton will make you alienated, lonely, and even … miserable.” Perhaps not miserable, but for those who don’t speak Russian or understand the culture of the former Soviet Union, negotiating the ‘hood can be a daunting experience.

This immigrant community is remarkably insular and suspicious — in fact, Brighton Beach is the only area of New York where shopkeepers have actually abandoned their busy cash registers and run outside to angrily forbid me from photographing their storefronts. That’s right, they don’t want photos of the exteriors of their shops. Taking pictures inside the stores is even more difficult, requiring a bit (or more) of subtrefuge.

And that’s a shame because, while the area is seriously lacking in charm, visitors who peek behind the Cyrillic signs can discover fascinating (and delicious) shopping and dining in Brighton Beach. Beyond the famed Russian connection, the neighborhood has drawn immigrants from many of the nations in Russia’s orbit and the main shopping street, Brighton Beach Avenue, is crowded with Ukrainian bakeries, Belarusian furriers, Turkish sweets shops and Georgian shashlik houses.

Brighton Beach’s many bakeries all have large windows open to the street, allowing shoppers to buy savory pastries — flaky pockets stuffed with meat or cheese and fresh, fragrant loaves of pumpernickel and rye — without having to push their way into the crowded shops. The delis and supermarkets feature “salad bars” stocked with heaping trays of cooked sausages, chicken Kiev, dilled potatoes, stuffed cabbage, beet salad, eggplant “caviar,” cherry-filled blintzes and other hearty old world dishes. Huge stores offer goods ranging from t-shirts emblazoned with Russian slogans to copies of Microsoft Excel for Dummies in Russian; tiny shops sell caviar and babushkas.

If you go to Brighton Beach, be sure to stop in at Vintage, where you can select nuts and candies from dozens of bins and barrels, M&I International Foods where you can enjoy Russian ice cream, borscht and pelmeni at the rooftop cafe, and the Odessa grocery, where you can buy an enormous slab of baked salmon for only a few dollars. Walk a block or two south and you’ll find a wide, windswept boardwalk and miles of clean, beautiful Brooklyn beaches.

Welcome to Brighton Beach Posted by Picasa

Keep Brighton Beach Clean Posted by Picasa

Under the tracks Posted by Picasa

This appears to be an ad for a Russian drag show Posted by Picasa

Sign at butcher shop Posted by Picasa

Glass-fronted wooden drawers of grains in Vintage Posted by Picasa

Olives and sundried tomatoes in Vintage Posted by Picasa

We squeaze juice Posted by Picasa

Bakery worker Posted by Picasa

Danielle Steele novels Posted by Picasa

Caviar Posted by Picasa

Fresh sweets Posted by Picasa

Ground pork Posted by Picasa

Under the tracks on Brighton Beach Boulevard Posted by Picasa

Bakery worker Posted by Picasa

On Brighton Boulevard Posted by Picasa

A pavilion on the boardwalk Posted by Picasa

The beach Posted by Picasa

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  • Art: The Weapon of Intelligence

    August 11, 2006

    Don’t dare call the paintings on this Brooklyn truck graffiti; they are, in every meaning of the word, art.

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    He stay gettin bizy Posted by Picasa

    Way up in ya Posted by Picasa

    Maman Posted by Picasa

    The black leprakhan Posted by Picasa

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    A Stink Grows in Brooklyn

    August 11, 2006

    The news is filled with stories about a plant that bloomed late yesterday at the Brooklyn Botanical Garden. Known as amorphophallus titanum and nicknamed “Baby,” the species is remarkable for its rarity, its size and its aroma, which is said to smell like putrid, rotting meat.

    The amorphophallus titanum, popularly called the “corpse flower,” takes decades to bloom (this is the first flowering in New York since 1939) and the blossom lasts only a few days. Hordes of admirers and reporters have been flocking to the Brooklyn Botanical Garden, all of them anxious to get a whiff of Baby’s remarkable smell.

    The plant’s single flower is enormous and strangely beautiful. Unfortunately, most of the visitors who arrived today in search of its famed stench couldn’t smell a thing. The gardeners overseeing the plant patiently explained that once the flower blooms the smell comes “in waves” during the first eight or so hours. “You should have been here at 6:00 this morning,” said one. “It really stank then.”

    One well-heeled suburban matron asked a security guard to describe the plant’s aroma. “Well,” he began, “you know what a dead rat smells like?”

    “Good God, no!,” she exclaimed, recoiling in horror.

    The guard pondered for a moment, trying to think of another example to offer the woman. Finally, he turned to another visitor. “Do you know what a dead rat smells like?,” he asked.

    “Of course,” came the swift reply. “I’m from Brooklyn!”

    Baby at the peak of its bloom Posted by Picasa

    Daily News photographer on a ladder Posted by Picasa

    News crew from Channel 9 Posted by Picasa

    So, what do YOU think of the stinky flower? Posted by Picasa

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