When the news rippled through the bars, cafes and organic markets, some people just raised their eyebrows. Others laughed.

The newest Miss America, here, living in Windsor Terrace, Brooklyn? Here, stopping in for a chat with the waiter and a vegetarian egg-white omelet at South Slope’s Windsor Cafe?

Here, going for runs in Prospect Park, among some of the Americans least likely to watch the pageant at which she was crowned winner on Saturday night?

“It’s bizarre, right?” said Jane Hoppen, a writer, sitting at the bar at the Double Windsor in southern Park Slope on Sunday afternoon. Nothing against Miss America herself, whom she called a “damned good tap dancer,” but, well, to be honest: “We don’t believe in beauty pageants.”