If You Don't Know, Now You Know

My neighbors are going to kill me if they ever read this.

Vinegar Hill, the little gem of a neighborhood nestled between the Navy Yard and Dumbo, is one of Brooklyn’s best-kept secrets. It’s quiet, it’s cobblestoned, it’s full of artists and musicians, professors, writers, welders, bakers, deli owners, cat ladies and an old mansion that bike-riding European tourists come and gawk at every weekend and now we have a fine new restaurant to boot. And, most importantly, it’s the place I call home.



I moved in a few years ago and every year, in spite of the crazy goings on in Dumbo, Vinegar Hill has remained a humble little piece of paradise where vinegar was never actually produced. I have heard, however, that many of the storefront buildings that some lucky residents now live in have two basements: the second one was needed to hide all of the illegal alcohol that was being sold during prohibition.

Vinegar Hill is truly an amazing piece of Brooklyn history. It’s also very small. If you are considering checking it out, I would also recommend walking along Admiral’s Row down Flushing Ave. The monster mansions you see there are completely ruined but have somehow managed to maintain their former glory.

Come visit. It’s a great place.