You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo (assuming Salvatore Ferragamo eats really delicious ice cream in Brooklyn)

INSTEAD of peanut M&Ms, think Tumbador’s PB&J chocolate bar, handmade in Sunset Park. Instead of Häagen-Dazs, think Blue Marble ice cream. Instead of Tostitos, chips from the Brooklyn Salsa Company. This is the new Barclays Center, home of the Brooklyn Nets with food about as local as stadium fare gets….

The final selection is a mix of Brooklyn standbys like Nathan’s Famous and L&B Spumoni Gardens and newer artisan entrepreneurs including McClure’s Pickles, Brooklyn Cupcake and Calexico.

Sophie Brickman, N.Y. Times.

Good read from the Times on the food that’ll be available at the Barclays Center. It’s probably worth noting that local businesses who hook up with Ratner and the arena risk alienating some portion of their existing customer base, since there are a lot of people in the area pretty upset about the arena’s construction.

As for the food: I can’t vouch for all of it, as the Brooklyn foodscape changes pretty rapidly. But I can say that McClure’s Pickles and Calexico are delicious, and Blue Marble ice cream is without a doubt the best ice cream I’ve ever had.

A Blue Marble opened up on Underhill Avenue in Prospect Heights when I lived around the corner on Lincoln Place. It seemed like a pretty random spot for an upscale free-range grass-fed fair-trade type ice-cream spot at the time, on a block dotted with old Chinese-food places, shabby bodegas and empty storefronts that appeared to be storage spaces for people’s random old electronics.

Since there were so few places to get food in the immediate vicinity I went to check it out soon after it opened. About one spoonful in, I realized it was better than any ice cream I had ever tasted in my entire life. It’s so unbelievably creamy and tasty, but not greasy or heavy in the way that Coldstone Creamery’s ice cream is. A couple days later I spotted my friend who lived around the block on her way out of Blue Marble with a cup of it, and at first she was kind of cagey and acted like she was just trying it for the first time. But when I said it was the best ice cream I had ever had she admitted she felt the same way, and copped to the fact that she had already been there three times in the week since it had opened.

So check that out, is what I’m saying.

It’s ya boy

Suite owners will have access to a Champagne bar serving Armand de Brignac, an expensive bubbly that Mr. Carter promotes and in which he holds a financial interest, according to a biography by a writer for Forbes. The arena will contain a 40/40 Club, an iteration of his sports-bar-style nightclub chain. There will be a Rocawear store, selling his clothing line, on the arena’s exterior. Even the advertising agency used by the Nets, Translation, is half-owned by Mr. Carter.

There is also an important intangible asset, particularly for a rapper: the bragging rights that Mr. Carter has enjoyed as a part-owner since Mr. Ratner’s group paid $300 million to acquire the Nets. His slender stake was enough for Mr. Carter to thump his chest in his lyrics, promising to “bring you some Nets.”

Mr. Carter has capitalized further on his Nets investment by extending the Jay-Z brand into endorsement deals normally reserved for elite athletes. He stars, wearing a Nets cap, in a Budweiser TV commercial that was broadcast during the Olympic Games. And he was named executive producer of the basketball video game, “NBA 2K13.”

David Halbfinger, N.Y. Times.

Good read from the Times on Jay-Z’s role in the Nets’ move to Brooklyn and vice versa. Bonus points because it refers to the Jiggaman as “Mr. Carter” throughout.

I reserve the right to write more about this in the future, but I suspect I will take up some rooting interest in the Nets this season and likely abandon whatever minute attachment I still have to the Knicks. You may think this makes me a sellout or a bad fan or whatever, but I wasn’t a very good Knicks fan to begin with, fandom doesn’t seem to operate in any rational way, and I feel way more excited about the new-look Nets than the same-old Knicks.

Here’s what I’ve got off the top of my head:

Reasons to like the Nets
Play a few blocks from where I lived for five years, still hang out sometimes
Cool uniforms
Jay-Z affiliation
Tickets more likely to be available/inexpensive (?)
Brand new arena
Arena easier to get to from my home by subway
Not the Knicks

Reasons to like the Knicks
I liked them in the ’90s

Am I wrong?

Tale of the tape: NBA Nuclear Winter vs. Nuclear Winter

David Stern referred to the recent breakdown in NBA labor negotiations as “the nuclear winter of the NBA.” Let’s see how it stacks up to the real thing:

NBA Nuclear Winter Actual Nuclear Winter
Refers to A season without NBA basketball The atmospheric consequences of nuclear war
Causes Impasse in negotiations between players’ union and owners Dense smoke from nuclear explosions and burning urban areas rising into the stratosphere, blocking out the sun and prompting drastic drops in surface temperatures for years
Most noticeable effect #LockoutLife All agriculture becomes impossible for over a decade
Understated repercussion Thousands of arena workers lose jobs in poor economy Viggo Mortensen, blinded by desperation, steals Omar’s clothes
Most unfortunate consequence Possible North American Tour for J.D. and the Straight Shot Everyone on the planet starves to death and dies

Carmelo Anthony gets a sandwich

Thanks to everyone who tipped me off on this one. From the Daily News:

That’s the Carnegie Deli’s creation of salami, corned beef, pastrami, bacon, lettuce, tomato and Russian dressing on something like six pieces of rye, if you’re playing at home. Presumably, these elements somehow capture the essence of Carmelo Anthony. And credit the Carnegie Deli: Last night I caught a highlight of ‘Melo nailing a pretty 18-foot fadeaway, and it really made me think of pastrami.

Since you’ve asked: I probably won’t eat that sandwich. I understand it’s all the rage right now and it represents the rare intersection of sandwiches and sports (outside of this blog, of course), but that’s not really an edible sandwich you see above. That’s like six vaguely edible sandwiches. And sure, you could go in with three friends and ask for extra rye and deconstruct the sandwich so you all get reasonable portions of all the ingredients. I get that. But that’s like cheating on behalf of the place you’re paying $22 for a sandwich.

Look: I appreciate the Carnegie Deli for all it has done for lunchmeats and celebrities through the years, but there’s no art to piling up all the meats in the house sky high and naming it after the city’s newest famous sports hero. That’s gimmickry. Amateur hour.

I, for one, would like to eat a carefully constructed sandwich that evokes the understated elegance of Carlos Beltran at his best, or a burrito that embodies the transcendent dominance of Darrelle Revis.

Who will make me Revis: The Burrito? Not the heavy-handed vulgarians responsible for the Carmelo Anthony sandwich, that’s for sure.

Just like everyone else in the world, Jay-Z pissed about whole LeBron-to-Miami thing

The website quotes an “EXTREMELY CREDIBLE insider” – the capital letters are meant to underscore the source’s supposed reliability – saying “Jay-Z felt disrespected that King James did not consult with him during the free agency process.”

And Gatecrasher got a similar take from a source in Jay-Z’s camp. “Jay never expected LeBron to sign with the Nets. He knew that no 25-year-old kid with James’ profile was going to spend years in Newark,” the source tells Gatecrasher. “But he’s pissed, or at least disappointed, that LeBron didn’t consult with him.”

Gatecrasher, N.Y. Daily News.

LeBron James: No longer YA BOYYYYYY.