As the section of Brooklyn I reside in moves to a new level - rock climbing facility, yes; cheesemonger, yes; butcher, yes; over priced bards that I avoid, yes - there is always one level of happiness that remains elusive: a decent hobby store for gaming.
Growing up in Massachusetts there were several stores where one could reach a certain level of nerdiness in the form of a hobby story. Board games, miniatures, fellow gamers. Back then I was far more interested in Blood Bowl* and Advanced Dungeons and Dragons - however several of the game stores had a certain element in common.
Tables for people to meet and play games.
The tables for meeting to play games was offset by some of the more standard fairs of a hobby story: tables covered in minitatures. A table full of adults sitting around painting minitatures together is creepy. Oh, is that offensive? Sorry, it is true.
As opposed to Mark and I painted a castle for Sienna's room. That was cool.
When the Brooklyn Strategist opened in Brooklyn I noticed two things about it (a) board games only! (Awesome) and (b) no miniatures or painting going on.
I've now gone back in the story four times. Once with Danielle, once with Danielle and Sienna, once with Mark, and once with Carlos. The store owner is friendly, there appears to be almost every board game EVER there, and meetups are planned for playing - like the one Carlos and I went to last night.
My neighborhood is now complete. There is a good game story. Complete with no miniatures.
Wayne
* Perhaps the most underrated game EVER
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