In my book, this weekend was perfect. Other weekends should aspire to its greatness and many will inevitably live in its shadow. Here’s how it went down:
Saturday, 10:15 a.m. — Woke up. That’s a nice way to start and a good time to do it.
Saturday, 11:30 a.m. — Headed to my community garden, where I spent a few sunny hours in the group veggie plot transplanting lettuce, pulling weeds and putting a couple tomato plants in the ground.
Saturday, 4:30 p.m. — Times Square. After an extensive study of Yelp reviews, Jeff has decided that the Times Square AMC is one of the only reliable places to watch a movie in all of New York City. The AMC escalators were better than Prometheus, but to be fair, the escalators are pretty damn great. You slowly climb, climb, climb next to giant windows overlooking the city.
Saturday, 7:30 p.m. — We went for a stroll and ended up at The High Line, a new park that was once an elevated train line. I’ve been wanting to see it since long before we moved, so I was pretty excited. I love a well executed public project. We also spotted The High Line Zoo, a rooftop art installation.
Saturday, 8:00 p.m. — We walked too long and Jeff got pretty hangry (hungry + angry). We walked around Chelsea for a bit, but somehow being hungry makes it harder to find a place to eat when you don’t know the area, so we headed back to Brooklyn and tried Yamoto, a sushi restaurant on 1st and 7th Ave. in Park Slope. Almost every food item is more expensive in New York City except sushi, and Yamoto was no exception — great rolls for $4 – 12.
Sunday, 11:30 a.m. — Adventure! My neighbor Tobia and I have a long list of things we what to do this summer, mostly simple pleasures like digging a tunnel from our basement to the neighboring cemetery so we can enjoy the firefly show at night. I also have a deep desire to see beaches. Sunday, Tobia made the brilliant suggestion that we explore Williamsburg, which neither of us had seen in the daylight (but really, who has?). This is exactly what I thought all of Williamsburg would look like:
It turns out I was wrong – there’s more to Williamsburg than trendy mustaches and highway underpasses! Fresh off the G-train, Tobia spotted this ice cream truck, which lured us in with its exotic flavors (adventure!) and tasteful signage, although in the end we opted for vanilla and strawberry.
We made our way to the East River State Park where we planned to explore The Flea, but when we got there we found 1) the best views of the Empire State Building I’ve seen yet and 2) the Renegade Craft Fair! It was like a brick and mortar Etsy. Or maybe a canvas and tent pole Etsy. Either way it was great, but after exploring for an hour or so, everything started to look the same (foxes are apparently trending) and we were getting really hot.
I did buy this lovely plant pot from Taylor Ceramics, which I actually needed since I’ve now received two small herb pots from my CSA. You can see more of the craft fair booths in this Hither and Tither post. As for The Flea, we took exactly seven steps inside before deciding we were overstimulated, under hydrated and in need of a shady beer-drinking spot.
After wandering around on Bedford for a while, we remembered a cute little French place we passed on Havemeyer St. called Pates & Traditions (surprisingly, I’m even charmed by the music on their website homepage). It was everything I’ve ever wanted: quiet patio, French accents, cheesy crepes, caramel crepes, cold beer.
We ended our day with one more bit of food tourism: A trip to the Park Slope Food Co-op, which I am not a member of and thus had to wear a special visitors sticker just to enter and watch Tobia shop. We caught the bus home (loaded with vegetables and one ceramic pot), then Tobia made curry and we finished an open bottle of wine that had been lurking in my fridge all week. As they would say at my new French cafe, fini.