Movies used to have amnesiacs all the time. In case you never saw one, what happens is, a person loses his or her memory, there’s pain and trouble, then memory is regained, with difficulty. This neon sign would be a perfect memory aid for someone just waking up, I though, assuming they were from the County of Kings.
Posts Tagged ‘neon sign’
Help for an amnesiac
Posted in Misc, tagged amnesia movie, brooklyn, brooklyn beer, brooklyn beer neon, neon sign, park slope, photography on February 17, 2013| Leave a Comment »
Chinese & Mexican food to go
Posted in Food, tagged brooklyn, chinese mexican brooklyn, fifth ave, neon brooklyn, neon sign, park slope, photography, tofu burrito on April 13, 2012| Leave a Comment »
I got the tofu burrito with black beans and rice. It was actually pretty good, but what worried me was the lack of letter grade posted in the window. The only other customer was getting four orders of chicken wings. I don’t know where you’d find those on the menus.
What’s a Staubitz?
Posted in Food, tagged brooklyn, butcher brooklyn, cobble hill, Court St, neon brooklyn, neon sign, photography, staubitz on October 25, 2011| 1 Comment »
It’s a purveyor of meat, at 222 Court Street. I’m no fan of the carne, but I do like the neon. This shop, around since 1917, has such a loyal allegiance that it’s hard to find anyone who will say a negative word about this place and all the meat, game, and gourmet products it has for sale.
Life is a puzzle
Posted in Food, Misc, tagged brooklyn, burger king brooklyn, ft hamilton pkwy, missing neon letters, neon sign, photography on September 20, 2011| 1 Comment »
The mind will fill in missing letters out of habit. If all the letters were burned out, would people still go there? I think so.
Mr. Tong’s, once in a while
Posted in Food, tagged brooklyn, chinese food brooklyn, ft. hamilton parkway, mr. tong, neon sign, photography, take-out brooklyn on July 11, 2011| Leave a Comment »
About twice a year the craving for fast, convenient food coincides with the late-night hours of the neighborhood Chinese restaurant. It sits heavily it in belly, the food from Mr. Tong’s, and you vow not to go there again, NOT EVER, but you will.