Again, this is a pretty photo-heavy post, so I'm just going to power through and let you look around with a few directions here and there. Come on in!
First, there was brunch at Westville Hudson. This was the brunch where my person was going to meet my other people - or, in non-teenager speak, my manfriend was going to meet some of my high school friends he'd never met before. So, you know, no pressure, but I wanted things to go fine! Go well! Go decently reasonably ok!
And, turns out, they did - but not until after we were an hour late because the cab we took had a driver who may have been driving for two weeks maximum, didn't know that the FDR was closed for a bike race all morning (isn't that kind of a major thing?), and then took us into the Bronx, back into Manhattan through a different route that had stop and go traffic for twenty five minutes, and then raced 80mph down 2nd Avenue. Manfriend had to ask him to slow down at one point so we wouldn't die before arriving at brunch.
Finally, we made it! And everything was delicious. I made Kate take some pics of us, so here they are - a rare manfriend sighting on the blog! Hopefully this will be more frequent but we'll see. I'll cross my fingers.
(I know, I know, I said I wouldn't talk that much and here we are. Anyway!)
Then, Rachel had to leave us to go look at galleries, but Kate and we (Kate and he and I?) meandered on The High Line for a while. The architecture and the greenery and the conversion of this old railway track into a walkway is just beautiful - if you're going to New York, you really have to check it out! It's also a really fun way to see Chelsea from a different angle...
Then, Kate peeled off, and we continued on to Columbus Circle and walked through Central Park. I'm just going to stop for a second here and say that while I used to be one of those people who thought the horse-drawn carriages were so old-fashioned and romantic and such a great NYC symbol, now I think it's very sad and touristy and those animals must have horrific lives. We walked past so many horses just standing there all gussied up, looking dirty and depressed (horses can look depressed, they're very expressive) and exhausted. So, please people, think about the horses!
Alright, PSA over.
We went back to Harlem that night and ordered dinner and went to sleep. Walking around is hard.
On my last day, manfriend had to go to work, the Met was closed for the Met Gala, and I didn't want to go tempt myself into shopping any more - so I met up with my friend Carey for the afternoon! I walked through Washington Square Park and the West Village a bit before meeting her at Joe Coffee. It's adorable, go there, the end.
(Does everyone see this adorable bulldog with the brightly colored owner?)
After Joe (literally and figuratively, because coffee is joe, snort) we meandered some more, grabbed a slice of New York pizza, and sat in the sun gabbing. Yes, I said gabbing. Finally, Carey took me to Bobo, a restaurant in the West Village with lots of marble and wood, for their rosé happy hour (we were very big on rosé this trip.)
For my last New York adventure, manfriend took me to go see Eataly (where I bought this book) just for funzies, and then for a birthday dinner at Dinosaur BBQ in West West West Harlem (think, next to the river) and it was amazing. We both could've eaten vats of the mac n cheese and the carrot/raisin salad I got, while probably not that healthy in reality, tasted really refreshing and crisp. Yay BBQ!
Le sigh. I can't wait to go back.