Before I set out to visit my family in New York for the Lunar New Year, I asked my sister if we were planning to do anything. Visits with the parents can turn into couch potato sessions, lots of cooking and baking, and lots of baby watching and chasing. She suggested some urban indoor park in Manhattan. No way -- I can go to some real outdoor parks right here! She then mentioned the former railroad tracks that have become
High Line. Um, no. Not interested.
Then she mentioned this pie place I had heard of,
Four & Twenty Blackbirds. "Wait, did you say
pie?!"
So we set out from Bensonhurst to Park Slope, leaving her Little One with my mother. The area and neighborhood weren't too impressive. I could have walked right past the place if I wasn't looking for it, and the bars made it look like some kind of jail. Yes, I know bars are sometimes necessary in Brooklyn. But it doesn't say "bakery" to me.
The inside looked all right, a nice, casual space. Some savories and small sweets were displayed in a glass case, though none tempted me enough. So, let's move on to the good stuff.
We got three by the slice to share: Bourbon Pear Crumble, Salted Caramel Apple, and Lemon Chess.
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Clockwise from top right: Salted Caramel Apple, Lemon Chess, and Bourbon Pear Crumble |
Mom and I thought the Bourbon Pear Crumble was all right -- lightly sweet, nice flavors, but nothing that knocked our socks off. Sis hated it, though to this day I haven't gotten her to describe why. Mom was crazy about the Lemon Chess, but Sis and I thought it was just okay and tasted just like a lemon bar. I loved the Salted Caramel Apple, and Mom and Sis thought it was all right. The Little One smiled repeatedly when given apple pie filling to taste. Sis pointed out you couldn't taste much salt or caramel, and I had to agree. I loved it because the apples were sweet and crisp, not overly soft or mealy, and the crust was both crisp and tender. It was a well-executed pie.

That said, I don't think I'd trek out to Park Slope again for these pies. These two hands can bake and have made many a pie, and nothing was so outstanding as to warrant the trip again. Sis was more harsh, saying nothing in our selection impressed her. Mom, being old-fashioned and not very adventurous, couldn't believe we took the train there just for some pie. If you happen to be in the neighborhood, though, I definitely recommend stopping by and tasting for yourself.