After hitting publish, I realized that today is 9/11. I didn’t visit NYC for the first time until long after that day, but the city is everything I imagined it to be and more. Remembering and appreciating.
Between work and laundry and more work, it’s taken me over a week to recuperate from my trip to NYC. And honestly? I could still use a nice long nap.
For as many times as I’ve been to NYC, I’ve never spotted a celebrity (unless you count Channel One’s Tracy Smith or Isabelle from Weeds, which I do not). That changed as soon as I stepped out of the cab and spotted Alec Baldwin loading baby gear into the back of a mini van while the paparazzi kept at a respectable distance. He lives across the street from my sister and her boyfriend, so they were all “oh hey, nabe” about my brush with fame.
It’s my new mission to visit a bookstore in every city I visit, so Strand Books was one of the first stops. I didn’t buy any books (I like to travel light) but I did buy a tote, which is basically the new concert t-shirt.
Tiny pineapples at Eataly were just as adorable as you’d think. I’d love to clear that place out and spend a whole day wandering around taste-testing cheese.
Before seeing First Date with Zachary Levi (adorable — him, her, the whole thing) we stopped for drinks at Bemelman’s Bar inside The Carlyle. Very cool to have a cocktail surrounded by all of Bemelman’s original artwork.
Late night snacks at Momofuku is how we roll. Their pork buns are basically the best ever.
Ollie’s understudy for the weekend — Huey. He is all kinds of sweetness.
I’ve never picked up a tennis racket in my life, but I love going to the US Open. So many fancy people and plenty of champagne.
We watched Andy Murray play some guy I’ve never heard of and Serena Williams play Sloane Stephens — those girls are scary and amazing and scary.
I’ve been wanting to go to the Guggenheim for a long time and after seeing the James Turrell installations, I realize I’m not smart enough for art. I look at something and say “oh, that’s pretty/cool/amazing” or “eh, that’s boring/shit/art?” and move along. I do love gift shops, though.
We stopped at the Central Park Reservoir for a hot minute. And I do mean hot. Don’t I look happy to be in the humidity?
I hate full body pictures of myself, but I don’t want to be “that blogger” that only posts pictures from the neck up so here it is. Scroll past this one real quick. I had my first Shake Shack, and it was delightful! (And probably to blame hating pictures of myself. Oh well. That burger was good.)
Balloon Saloon is everything.
The pistachio macarons from Lafayette Bakery have jelly in the middle. Surprise!
We like to go to one “fancy” dinner every visit (we also ate at Tiny’s and The Meatball Shop– burp), and this time we chose Marcus Samuelsson’s Red Rooster Harlem. The fried green tomatoes and oysters Rockefeller were the best. The complete lack of air conditioning within the restaurant was the worst.
Do you have any favorite places to visit in NYC?Ciao Baby, Yum Yum