Brooklyn’s Zine Night Prints in Williamsburg

Williamsburg pressed last night with Brooklyn’s Zine Night, inking NYC’s spring at a Kent bar. Zinester Jay Patel read rants as 200 flipped, a $10 ticket bash of pulp. It’s borough pages—pure BK vibe, staples hot. A kid nabbed a ‘zine; a pro swapped a stack. ‘Brooklyn reads—this is it,’ Patel says, folding sheets. The room turned press.

The night’s fresh—March 27’s start, it tripled since RSVPs, packing stools by 8 p.m. Patel’s a Bushwick printer; last night’s crowd hit max—ink smudged. A latecomer nabbed a copy; chatter rose—NYC grit glowed. Runs one night—print ruled. #BKZine trended; Queens wants a staple.

Some griped—’Too loud,’ sniped a newbie, dodging noise. Space pinched—latecomers stood; vibe held. A rival’s pitching a Greenpoint read, splitting pages. Still, 300 stayed—words reigned. Williamsburg’s never printed so bold.

Patel’s teasing a monthly run, maybe a swap if spring bites. ‘NYC’s voice—this speaks it,’ he says, packing stacks. The night’s a Brooklyn win—grit meets pulp. It’s a zine rush; catch the next. Bring a pen—lines call.