"It's not that I'm afraid of farms," I explain to my companion, who's been eyeing me suspiciously since I confessed my City Mouse mistrust of Bar(n)'s (76 St. Marks Avenue, Brooklyn) rural-chic, whitewashed back room. "Just the Sling Blade?Ethan Frome type of farms," I insist. Besides, who wants to be reminded of wrath-of-God sledding accidents and forbidden love during a night out in Park Slope? OK, perhaps I am a little afraid of farms, and . . . read more (By Alexis Sottile)
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