For those of you who don’t live in New York City, the possessiveness that local residents can feel about Fairway won’t compute. For those who do, please get a tissue before reading this: lox trimmings.
The Fairway in Brooklyn, in particular, is a kind of parent wonderland. Located in Red Hook, right on the water, it opens early, has a cafeteria that serves excellent, cheap breakfast, and has an outdoor—and heated—dining area on a back deck with a view of the Hudson River, the Verrazzano Bridge, and the Statue of Liberty. At the risk of over-pimping for a profit-making venture, but taking JP to the Fairway for groceries and breakfast is a highlight of my parenting week. He can eat, he shout, he can run around, and I can finish a chore, all at the same time.
My only problem came this weekend when I ran into JP’s mother and her partner doing their own shopping … at the same time as me! This would decidedly not be what I call a good time. No fun making small talk with my ex, chuckling as she inquires after my girlfriend’s impending parenthood, and watching JP fill to the brim with confusion, all while the just-baked bagels get bought by some other undeserving parent.
It’s almost enough to make a man turn to C-Town. Almost.