This week: Seventh Avenue
When you emerge from the B on Seventh Avenue and Flatbush, youre at a not very promising corner, food-wise. On one side of Flatbush is leafy, residential Park Slope, and on the other side, leafy, residential Prospect Heights; and on Flatbush itself, only a pizzeria, Christies Jamaican meat pies, and a wireless store. Christies pies are flaky and lush, but youre not always in a mood for their Scotch-bonnet-fueled heat. If only there were somewhere to get a hamburger! You walk past a newsstand, maybe buy a Snapple and the paper there. You walk out and miss your chance.
Because deep inside that newsstand is hidden an old-style lunch counter, with a full iron griddle and a friendly man in a paper hat. The place belongs to the neighborhood, which doesnt publicize its existence. There is a soda fountain and a paper signs on the wall with different sandwich options, but we always get the burger: a preformed, six-ounce relic of a better time, when you could count on melted yellow American cheese, a sesame-seed bun, and a liberal schmear of mayonnaise to grease the whole affair down. Its like eating the past.
Flatbush Deli & Convenience, 310 Flatbush Ave., nr. Carlton Ave.