The beloved soda fountain shop of my youth and old neighborhood, Hinsch's, is closing. This really closes the door on old Brooklyn. Hinsch's had been there on 5th Avenue for 63 years. When gentrifying came along, and developers and city planners stripped away and tore down much of the old buildings, like the Dyker Heights movie house, Hinsch's was still there. Where you could get a homemade waffle with ice cream, or a fresh egg cream, or any soda fountain concoction you could dream up. Their grilled cheese sandwich with a sour pickle and cole slaw were my comfort foods.
So I email my brother that it's gone and we proceed to bicker about what old stores are closed or still there, the names of them (Scandinavian names can be pretty similar) and where they were. This is what getting old is like. Nobody remembers things but everybody will argue about them.
RIP, Hinsch's, Leske's Bakery and Lusk's Delicatessen. You all live in my heart forever.
The Door Is Ajar.
5 days ago