Saturday night found me in the backyard of Flatbush Farm. It is a bar with a seriously great interior, with a great backyard for food, drinks, and chatting.Â
We were in the backyard saying our goodbyes to our crowd of people when Cheese spotted a rat creeping out from the dirt of the bushes.
“(gasp) Oh my God a rat…” Cheese said quietly.
“Dude there’s a big rat coming out over there!” I said only slightly louder than Cheese while pointing at the rat scurrying back and forth not knowing if it was safe to come out before returning to his hiding place under the benches.Â
And with that there was a sudden quiet throughout the entire backyard of drinkers who had been rather loudly talking amongst themselves, with everyone looking at where I had just pointed.Â
It was as if the word “rat” is the one word that all New Yorkers can hear over any and all conversation.
It was awesome!