Brawta Cafe, the Caribbean restaurant on Atlantic Avenue, has in the past been awarded "Greenest Block in Brooklyn" storefront honors, but I never paid much mind to its show of greenery until this week when I passed by the place and my eyes were drawn to an ever-lovin', absolutely genuine plot of urban corn.
Corn! Not tomatoes or peppers or snap peas. Actual rows of corn. I counted at least six stalks, maybe more, all looking to be in vibrant health, and all surrounded a small tree in one of those sidewalk plots reserved for leafy shade-makers. Now, that's something else. Corn ain't easy to grow in the City, let me tell you. I've tried. Wonder what they use it for.