On every other level, though, it was fantastic.We took the Bolt Bus from DC Saturday morning. First off, while the bus is a super great, cheap option, how much fun would a train have been? But I wasn't about to pay $300 for a train ticket, so the bus it was! After about four hours of staring onto the toll roads, we finally arrived at the Port Authority, unloaded, and headed to SoHo, where our hotel was. I'm not a hustle-and-bustle person; the lights of Times Square make me wonder what's wrong with society. SoHo is quiet and quaint, with tons of shopping. It's where we belonged.
We decided to walk instead of take a cab, in order to orient ourselves with the city (my idea). I'd like to think it worked, but my hips say otherwise. After over an hour of walking, we checked in, dropped off our luggage, and started our trip.
After Purl, we were starving, and we got bad directions from a cashier, so we ended up walking all over, almost to Chinatown, before we realized we'd have to backtrack to get some pizza. We ate at Pomodoro's, which was cheap and good, but the cashier could use an attitude check. I get it, you're a guido in NYC, but buck up, kid, and act like you didn't just spit on the pizza.
We headed to Sur La Table after, which is one of our favorite stores. Have you been there? It's a holy experience. It's hard to walk out without sheet pans, cookie cutters, plates and another French press, but I settled for new kitchen towels. Nick fell in love with some red ceramic salt and pepper shakers, and with the two new accessories, I think I've decided to make a navy gingham tablecloth. I don't even like tablecloths, but I think it'd be just too charming.
|New kitchen towels|
|Ceiling at Bleeker Street Records|
|Giant cat at Bleeker Street Records|
|Nick got the truffle cupcake with ganache; I got a chocolate cupcake with vanilla buttercream|
|Empire State Building in the rain|
Sunday morning I woke up bright and early, wondering why a tabby wasn't crying for her food. Oh right! New York. I woke up a very reluctant Nicholas and bribed him with breakfast to get his ass moving. We took a cab uptown to Vic's Bagel Bar in Murray Hill. It's described as "Coldstone, but for bagels": you choose your bagel, filling (butter, cream cheese, Nutella, etc.) and toppings, they mix and toast, and you enjoy. I was overwhelmed by the choices and ordered blueberry and cream cheese on an egg bagel--if I had to do it again, I'd do Nutella and banana on a cinnamon raisin. It was delicious nonetheless.
|Vic's Bagel Bar|
|Lipstick and a schmear|
After breakfast, we walked from Murray Hill to Herald Square. We passed the Empire State Building and tons of tourist shops. Also, there were people camped out outside of Foot Locker? Linsanity, perhaps? I'm not entirely sure.
|Empire State Building|
|Macy's at Herald Square. I wish it was Christmas still!|
From Herald Square we headed to the Fashion District (mostly to marvel at M&J Trimmings's windows--good lord that was gorgeous) and then to Rockefeller Center. We didn't go into the studios for a tour or anything; I wanted to see the skating rink and be able to say I was there.
|Okay, so we aren't good at this. Oh well. Also I'm rocking the Owen Wilson nose in this picture.|
After walking around the park, we walked over to Madison Avenue to visit Laduree. Expensive? Yes. Delicious? Also yes.
|Macarons at Laduree|
|My $20 half-dozen, which I've eaten three--including one made with rose flavoring. That was more of an experiment than anything.|
We ate lunch at Shake Shack (I know! There's one here in DC! But we've never been) and trekked back toward the park, passing the Guggenheim and the Met. Our last hours were spent people-watching, counting puppies who crossed our paths and generally passing judgment.
|Nick in front of the Met|
Have you been? What's your favorite thing about New York? And where do you think we should go next?