Happy Friday! I just returned from a short, mid-week trip to New York City. Boy, it sure gets hot and humid there in the summer! I seem to have developed a nice heat rash on both of my legs to prove it. Despite the temperatures, I had a fabulous few days exploring the city whilst my lovely fiance sat in long meetings.
When we arrived Tuesday, we took the Subway down to SOHO and had pizza at Lombardi's Pizza, which claims to be the first pizzeria in the United States. I'm not sure how much that matters, but the pizza was quite tasty. Living in Baltimore, it had been a while since we'd had anything that resembles decent pizza, so it was much appreciated.
Wednesday morning we took the Subway to Tom's Restaurant for the cheapest breakfast in America: $11 for two people. If you don't recognize this photo, there's something wrong with you.
This neon sign should resemble something familiar
After breakfast, Ryan jetted off to meetings and I took the train to the East Village; partly to search for good coffee but also with the hope of running into Conor Oberst. Luckily, I was successful navigating myself to the coffee, but not so much on the Bright Eyes front. Alas.
My first stop was at Bluebird Coffee, a tiny spot nestled on East 1st Street. The entire space must not have been more than 15x20 feet wide, and the robin's eggshell blue walls combined with the salvaged hardwood bar made for a delightfully cozy stop. Serving Counter Culture Espresso, my macchiato looked and tasted delicate, yet had strong floral notes and a light but present berry-like quality. The cafe felt comfortable and sophisticated, but not pretentious. And the group of hip 30-something's cooing over a newborn probably added to my warm-and-fuzzy sentiments of this cozy place.
My next stop was Abraco, but they closed at 4 PM and I arrived at twenty minutes past. Next time.
Lastly, I headed up 1st Avenue and over to 9th Street Espresso. The espresso used by 9th Street is roasted by Intelligentsia Coffee, a popular roaster based out of Chicago. My macchiato was tasty and strong. Considering it was my 6th shot of the day (on top of drip coffee at Tom's), I'm fairly sure it made me high. I tasted high acidity, so lots of berries and citrusy fruit, but with a nice chocolaty-earthy, full-bodied finish. The mood was subdued and perhaps a bit sterile, and more inviting to Mac users and Census workers than new parents gathered to show off a newborn to friends.
That night, we headed to Hell's Kitchen for falafel at Gazala Place. Falafel, tabouleh, hummus, tahini, lamb kebobs, stuffed grape leaves, galore! Yum. Yum. Yum.
Thursday morning, being dropped off just blocks away from Rockefeller Plaza, I figured I should probably stop in at The Today Show and try to get on TV. Mission accomplished: just stand by a group of loud moms wearing neon-colored polo shirts holding a sign saying "Mommies in the City". I called my parents later that morning to confirm, and sure enough, at about 8:50 AM there I was waving hello on national television.
My very best wishes to you this weekend, and please follow my advice with these two words this on this, the first weekend in June: Popsicles and Margaritas.