Which is the zip code for the Brooklyn neighborhood, the snow-covered part of the borough where Jumped the Snark operates from (thanks to comic genius Mike Still for pointing this out). The area is much maligned for its preponderance of hipsters, but, let’s face it, it offers better bars and better restaurants and better coffee and better pizza than everywhere else. If you don’t live here (or in the 11222), you’re probably just jealous (plus it offers easy access to the Long Island Expressway without having to live in Queens).
In honor of this once in a century occasion, we could have gone with the Hipster Olympics, shot all around 11211, most notably in its McCarren Park, but let’s mark this momentous day with something a little more recent, a little less anti-hipster. We’re speaking, of course, of Brian Williams’ story of the year, a brilliant monologue we’re sure you have seen (we hope!), but absolutely adore. Williams doesn’t name the neighborhood specifically, only utilizing the borough-general term “Brooklyn,” but when he mentions ironic glassframes and artisanal cheeses, you know he’s really talking about Williamsburg.