The telltale mark of the liquor license application. I haven't been here long enough to know what used to be here, but the empty store had a picnic table and a small kitchenette.
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August
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- Patchwork
- Re-sort
- Headless
- Six Degrees of Wythe Street
- No blank walls allowed
- Pierogi II
- Picnic
- Wet
- Porchblogging
- Perched
- Mike's subs
- Angie's Food
- Newburyport
- The Squan
- Crab for two
- Jetty
- Sand castle
- Standing by
- Night light
- Land of the porches
- Night at the lake
- Sky on fire
- Beach house
- Stopping willow
- Water tower water
- Italian ices
- On the road again
- Hot spot
- Pierogi
- Trinity nearly complete
- DnD on the fast track
- Fix
- The Astral
- Fun with Polish junk food
- Shadow's edge
- B61
- Greenpoint Coffee House
- Purple Petals (pedals)
- Commute highlights II
- Faded Swoon
- Gateway
- Out to dry
- Runway
- Disco drugs
- Skaters
- Star on the nose
- Hangin'
- New mural
- Kick off your shoes
- Heavy traffic
- Brooklyn cascade
- Rules of the road
- Elevated
- N8 and Wythe, pending
- Nom De Guerre to N6th
- Boxed in
- Set stumbling, Six degress, Kidnapped
- One Ten 3rd (before)
- Old Second St.
- I was upstate
- That 70s Street
- Oh Domino
- St. Anthony of Padua, cont.
- Water towering
- Bamonte's
- Wrecks in a yard
- Enid's
- LESplanade
- Relish
- The park takes one
- Detour
- Stacked
- Gangster takes Berry St.
- Sprinkle
- Barley boxes
- Half moon
- Must be a hipster event in Williamsburg
- Hot
- Clean your plate
- Horses in the park
- Rat wall
- St. Anthony's unshrouded
- Mailbox Island
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