BluesDaddy
09-09-2010, 12:46
By STEVEN STERN
Published: September 7, 2010
THERE is bourbon in the Bourbon Street milkshake, served at Brooklyn Bowl, the loud, slick palace of fun that opened last year in Williamsburg. There’s also a sizable gobbet of Nutella, its nutty richness meant to evoke pralines — and by extension New Orleans, and by further extension the wild time you might have in New Orleans but are now presumably having in Brooklyn. And, of course, there is ice cream — the good stuff, with egg yolks and real vanilla, certainly better than anything you’ve ever eaten in a bowling alley...(read it all here (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/08/dining/08shake.html?_r=1))
Published: September 7, 2010
THERE is bourbon in the Bourbon Street milkshake, served at Brooklyn Bowl, the loud, slick palace of fun that opened last year in Williamsburg. There’s also a sizable gobbet of Nutella, its nutty richness meant to evoke pralines — and by extension New Orleans, and by further extension the wild time you might have in New Orleans but are now presumably having in Brooklyn. And, of course, there is ice cream — the good stuff, with egg yolks and real vanilla, certainly better than anything you’ve ever eaten in a bowling alley...(read it all here (http://www.nytimes.com/2010/09/08/dining/08shake.html?_r=1))