God, I love getting back to NY. We went down a couple weekends ago to welcome Bridge back to the states after her London expedition.
I headed into the city on Saturday and did some very important shopping: Muji, CB2, Pearl River Mart. Met up with Bridge and we wandered around, then Ben met us at our standby, Inoteca, for dinner before Bridge’s party. I stayed over with Brooke and she and Bridge and I went to our favorite brunch place ever on Sunday morning, Clinton St. Baking Co. The wait is insane (2+ hours on weekends) but so are the pancakes. We order a plate for the table and then each get something amazing with eggs for ourselves–I had the Southern Breakfast, with maple glazed bacon, fried green tomatoes, cheese grits and eggs and sigh, now I’m hungry.
After brunch (during which Brooke asked us to be bridesmaids!!!) Brooke had to go to work, so we split off and Bridge and I went to The New Museum before I left to catch my train. The museum is really, really cool, and they have an amazing event space and terrace on the top floor.
Bridge tries out her iphone camera:
Not a bad view:
My favorite thing was looking at all the terraces/roof decks/fire escapes down below:
There is amazing pixelated tile “wallpaper” in the bathrooms downstairs:
I took the train up to Stamford and Ben met me there (coming from LI) and we had a nice visit with the Herberts before heading home. Lovely!
Clinton St. Baking Co has set the gold standard to which all pancakes will be judged. So freakin’ good!
Fun! I was just there last month and went to my old standby– ino’. I had the most lovely fig and prosciutto bruschetta. Sigh….
2 hours! Those look good though…that sure is a long wait.
The only thing I’ve waited in line for a long while is Shake Shack.
I have to laugh – the only places I HAD to go when I was in NYC in August – Muji, Pearl River Mart, CB2!
At least they are conveniently located within a block of each other, right Germi?
Thank goodness, because after 4 days of plowing through the gift show at the Javitt’s Center with my friend, I could barely walk. But Manhattan without Muji is unthinkable!
XOXO!