Sunday, August 29, 2010

How I love New York

Almond apple bread pudding. Brooklyn Promenade. Soho. Five Napkins turkey burger. Freaks on the subway. Cocktails at EO and The Standard. Dinner at Kenmare and Jack the Horse and Joseph Leonard.

Forgetting street names. Dates with Kerry, Aim, Mitchell and Cheryl. A new godson, my new godson. Coffee in the middle of the day.

$20 manicure/pedicure. $26 for two glasses of wine.

Shopping on the UWS. The trees along Central Park West. A city under construction. Four days of rain. One blissfully hot summer day. Gramercy. Whole Foods. Iced coffee. Browsing the Strand at 10 p.m.

Dell’anima bruscette. Drinks in Dumbo. My apartment. Visits with mom and dad. My best friend’s new son. Puddles, puddles and big, bad hair. Hazelnut torte with (too) salty gelato. Brooklyn on the brain.

Breakfast with Bennie. A white Empire State Building. Mario Badescu facial. Back to Brooklyn, again and again. Chocolate chip banana bread. Chocolate chip banana muffin. Chocolate peanut butter bar.

The High Line. Strolling Bleecker Street. Little moments. Overpriced restaurants. Aggressive pedestrians. Warm summer air. Central Park. One mouse, one dead cockroach.

Fresh peaches. Hanging with friends. Murray’s Cheese.

My apartment building. Change. Binging on magazines. Artichoke pizza, too many times. The Resevoir. Max the Bear. Landmark Sunshine Theater.

Heart swells and heartache in the very best way. Feeling at home.


  1. Wonderful, I am glad to hear that everything is good... you made me homesick :)

  2. Is it me or you don't intend to spend the rest of your life in Paris?:)

    I think the best compromise is what Mireille Guiliano has (Madame "French Women Don't Get Fat"): 8 months in NY and the rest of the year in Paris (6e) and Provence:)


  3. Miss you and can't wait to hear more about the rest of your week. Love the highlights! xoxoxoxo

  4. Whirlwind week--hope you crammed enough in to stoke yourself for your return.

  5. You forgot to mention the Naked Cowboy!

  6. It was a great week in NY. Despite the crummy weather (four days of cool rain - it was like Paris was following me), despite it being short and rushed (really, when is NY not?), it was wonderful. Every time I go home, there is so much to do; it's impossible to sit in my apartment. So, oui, definitely a whirlwind. And definitely thought-provoking. My life is pretty damn good now. But if I could craft my perfect set-up, I think I would take Mireille Guiliano's lead and do 10 months in NY and two in Paris. I mean, a girl can dream, right??