A friend of mine who used to work at Il Torchio (now Anima), calls my practice of hopping from spot to spot when I come back from a long day’s work in Manhattan “the Myrtle Shuffle”. A beer here, a burger there but lots of love everywhere.
I’ve lived in Fort Greene/Clinton Hill 11 years but moved to Myrtle 4 years ago. Two summers ago, I watched a critical mass of restaurants and businesses pile onto the avenue. Now my friends have a hard time peeling me off of what was once “Murder Avenue”.
The wider playground is all of Fort Greene/Clinton Hill.