A Rainbow Grows in Brooklyn

I know this might not seem food related at first, but give me a second. I got stuck in this crazy summer isolated thunderstorm riding my bike home from work today. I was soaked and cold and yelling at the top of my lungs to keep my spirits high and not to give up and take the subway. At the apex of the Williamsburg Bridge the rain stopped and so did I. This is a photo from the bridge facing north into Greenpoint, a Brooklyn neighborhood historically Polish, but now seeing the influx of those escaping rising housing costs in Manhattan.

Where there's a rainbow, there's a pot of gold. Where should I go? What should I eat?