We could quibble, if you wanted, about when the sociocultural phenomenon known as "Williamsburg" "began" and when it "ended"; neighborhoods do have a tendency to "end" right around the time you can longer afford to live there, or perhaps a touch before then. (The average rent for a studio in Crown Heights today, by the way, is $1760, up from under $1500 a month ago, according to one firm. We still have Quooklyn, right?)
Let's focus, instead, on this: He noted a firm analysis finding that Williamsburg residents are now on average 25 to 35 years old with per capita income of $108,000 a year. [...]
Outside Denny’s Steak Pub, in the Kensington neighborhood of Brooklyn, steps from the Church Avenue F stop, a would-be customer, wearing a Yankees T-shirt and a bit of a haunted look, shuffled back and forth, focused on the scratch-off lottery tickets that trailed behind him like exhaust. He ducked his head in every once in a while: “Six dollars!” His buddy called out, “Don’t come in,” and Scratcher nodded sadly, and waited for his pal on the sidewalk. “You’re still 86ed,” the bartender added, not unkindly. Scratcher was still a regular; he just wasn’t allowed to come in to this particular old man bar this particular afternoon.