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.
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.