- The smell. All of the human waste from Manhattan is apparently piped into an ancient, leaky sewage treatment plant a few blocks away, and when the wind blows the wrong way, you can sometimes smell it over the oil refinery, trash dumps, and random scary looking factories that also dot the Greenpoint coast.
- Polish food rules, unless you're a vegetarian or atkinsian.
- When you crash your bike at 3 in the morning and nearly split the front of your head open, people on the sidewalk will give you a thick stack of napkins. Try that in Manhattan!
- You can't order from the butcher in anything but Polish. We were on the verge of putting on a piggy pantomime for the guy until he finally pointed at the pork chops.
- Car services are scary.
- The dudes at the liquor store will make fun of you for buying scotch, muttering under their breath something about "wodka" as they sneer at your foolish yankee ignorance.
- The Thai Cafe, despite its horrendous name, has fantastic $7 Basil Chicken that you can eat twice (the second time as a leftover, of course).
- I can ride my bike through Williamsburg and count the number of girls wearing a skirt with cowboy boots (or, if I'm in a rush, the number of girls who are not wearing a skirt with cowboy boots), and make it over the WIlliamsburg bridge to Manhattan in a half an hour or so, where the real bikeriding videogame begins.
- Capone's has free pizza with every beer just like the Alligator Lounge, but with more room, an upstairs smoking balcony, and fewer people.
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