I was supposed to be spending the week fasting so I could blow it out in Chicago this weekend for Meghan and Drew's wedding...
When I got home on Tuesday night, Kurt and his friend Tony had just ordered takeout from Tea and Sympathy, the British shop around the corner. This place could single-handedly change the reputation of British food!
The boys insisted I add on to the order and join them, instead of eating the sad bowl of pea soup I'd intended. What's a girl to do? I cracked under the pressure and ordered the chicken and leek pastry pie.
We were halfway through Glee when the buzzer sounded. In short: Heaven! The chicken was tender, the sauce rich and flavorful, the pastry crisp and decadent. The mashed potatoes and veggies were the perfect sides.
But I'm embarrassed to admit what I might do for another bite of sticky toffee pudding. Remember when you were a kid and you said you loved something, and your friends would taunt, "Why don't you marry it?"
If I had to tie the knot with a dessert, I think I've found it.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Before I even moved to New York, when I told my friend Robin where I'd be living, she insisted we'd have to meet for brunch at Morandi. The website calls it a rustic Italian trattoria from restaurateur Keith McNally, who owns both Pastis and Balthazar.
It's very close to my apartment, and it always looked so appealing whenever I passed by on Seventh Avenue. I can't believe it took me this long to try it out! Here are a few photos I found online to capture the ambiance...
I had the Uova in camicia, two poached eggs over sunchokes, peas & fava beans. I loved the pickled onions, which added a crisp, savory note -- and a fun pop of color. Good thing I ordered something bread-free, since I ate so much of the bruschetta.
After lunch, we walked to Robin and her husband AJ's home in Tribeca so Travis and I could meet their adorable dog Pickles.
Funny enough, I'd just seen a segment about this place on the news in a taxi, and I'd made a mental note to find it.
Anyway, I ordered the orange espresso and Travis got the limoncello. He is such a good friend, he traded with me because I liked his better. They were both excellent, but the limoncello suited my craving for something really refreshing.
Such a fun afternoon treat! A perfect Sunday -- I will be back to both spots.
Since my life in New York is a bit like going back to college (new friends, new routines, living with a roommate), it was time for a fall campus tradition: Parents' Weekend!
Mom had her visit in June, but I suggested Dad and Laura wait and come up when the weather would be more pleasant.
They arrived on Thursday night, and after a yummy dinner at City Lobster, we strolled over to Times Square.
Leigh Ann came up for the weekend too; she and I got to stay at Nate and Neil's apartment while the boys were in the Hamptons.
Friday was a bit challenging...I had to work, so Leigh Ann played tour guide. But it was pouring. (The city had more than two inches of rain.)
They did some shopping at Bloomingdales, but lunch at the Carnegie Deli was a bust; the line was too long, so they ended up at a burger place nearby. After paying $50 for two hamburgers and a couple of sodas, they got drenched and headed back to the hotel for a break.
I met up with everyone around 3:30. By then, the rain had let up, so we took the subway to Chinatown to do a little junky shopping. The weather was still crappy, but we made the best of it, and Laura had fun negotiating with the vendors to get some bargains.
Dad was a very patient umbrella holder as the women went in just one more store.
We got to the pier early, picked up the Memorial tickets, and then boarded the boat at 9:30. We cruised along the Hudson River from 44th Street to Battery Park, as a guide pointed out landmarks along the way.
From Battery Park, it was a short walk to the memorial site, where we had tickets to enter at 11:15.
One of the most touching places in the entire memorial site to me was right after we passed through security. They have a wall of photos of the memorial services and commemorations that were held around the world.
One of the things you can really appreciate being inside the memorial is how massive the Ground Zero construction site still is and how it continues to impact development downtown. It's unfortunate it took ten years to open the memorial, but the upside is it's beautifully designed and really honors the memory of all those who lost their lives. So, maybe it was worth the wait.
From downtown, we took the subway back to midtown, where Dad and Laura had tickets for the Lion King matinee.
Since we were right beside the iconic public library building on 5th Avenue, I decided to pop inside and get myself a card.
After the show, we took Dad and Laura to my neighborhood. (As we elbowed our way through the crowd in Times Square, Dad said, "7 million people in New York -- and all of them are in Times Square on Saturday afternoon.") Having spent too much time fighting the crowds in midtown, the serene West Village was a nice change!
Fortified by our meal, we set out to cross the Brooklyn Bridge. (Shout out to everyone for being such troopers...we'd had a long day, but since Friday was such a bust, we had to pack it in!)
It was a perfect night to cross the bridge, and the lights were lovely. We walked Dad and Laura back to their hotel, and everyone headed home on Sunday. Dad and Laura had a very long trip back, so I really appreciate everyone's time and effort to come and see me in my new home!