Longer Hollow Legs and I recently went on a jaunt to the Big Apple for a friend’s wedding – and of course, a little holiday. Time away from home and its familiar tastes lends perspective, and I come home feeling incredibly grateful for the food and drink of my local boroughs.
Journalling while lunching in New Jersey. I learned that broccoli salad should always contain bacon.
Manhattan from the Jersey side. Who needs hobbies when you can people-watch?!
Longer Hollow Legs, the best travel companion that my Legs could ask for.
Evidence of success garnered from the Hudson River.
This noble beast was carved into the side of a tree in Riverdale Park West in Toronto (our stopover to NYC). Mr. Raccoon was discovered after a lovely visit to Rooster Coffee House in Riverdale Park East.
I realized that taking the ferry is a great way to get around…life lessons all over the place.
Alongside Blue Bottle Coffee (in Brooklyn), La Colombe (Soho) prepared some of the best coffee we had.
Recommended by two trusted, well-fed friends (by which I mean they eat well, ahem), Tacombi at Fonda Nolita served delicate little tacos filled with fried fish, pork belly, la la la. Not to be missed is their watermelon juice – hubba bubba! We brought home a bottle of their dried chile de arbol sauce to relive the glory.
Hi Collar in the East Village is a sliver of a cafe, serving delicate Japanese food, but more significantly for us, siphon coffee. Watching coffee prepared in this theatrical way is quite the treat!
Coming home is always bittersweet (like the best chocolate), but regardless it is underwritten with gratitude for being well fed with food, drink and experience. The richness of it all inspires me to keep my eyes and heart open, and to see and appreciate things as they really are.