It’s easy to make fun of Park Slope—its yuppies, its strollers, its PC liberalism—but it’s just as easy to adore it: the access to Prospect Park, one of the loveliest urban oases in the world; the copious bars and restaurants on Fifth and Seventh avenues; the access to the D, R, F, N, Q, 2, 3, 4 and 5 lines (depending where in the ‘hood you are; bus service is pretty strong throughout, too). With the opening of the Barclays Center, there’ll be both a new concert venue for A-listers like Leonard Cohen (and perhaps an excess of besotted hoops fans trying to find parking). Then there are the lovely brownstones, particularly on the north and east ends. But who could afford to live in one of them? This ain’t like it was for Obama in the 80s. Your best bet is to move farther south, to the other side of the Prospect Expressway (which oldtimers might still call part of Sunset Park), far from the arena. Even down there, the bar scene is thriving.
Photo Harlan Erskine