One of the things I love about living in Brooklyn are the seemingly quaint urban anachronisms that are actually quite useful: corner fruit stands; beat-walking cops; friendly drug dealers. While I’ve never actually seen one of these traveling knife-grinding trucks in my neighborhood, I’m pleased to know they exist. And I wish they would stop by. I’d like to compare their sharpening with my home solution.
The Knife Grinding Trucks of Brooklyn [Apartment Therapy]