Last weekend Dave and I had the perfect late afternoon fall picnic. We rode our bikes to the park with baguette, prosciutto and cheeses in tow and perched up on a hill to watch passerby near Wollman Rink. My new chunky cardigan from the Gap has become my new favorite item of clothing, and it’s perfect for the weather we’ve been having lately. An intriguing book, full belly, sunshine and boyfriend-as-pillow is about as good as it gets.
Behind a fence surrounding a construction zone is this empty lot. The building abutting the empty lot has the clear demarcations of where the old rooms were, the stairs, the closets. I like walking past here and imagining who used to live here, which room was which, and what happened to the building that used to stand there. Will they paint over it when a new building is finally constructed? I hope it never is.
Ever notice how most of the “best” foods in any category seem to be concentrated in cities like NYC, LA, Chicago, Boston? Do you think that’s because the best chefs tend to congregate there? Or rather that the writers of said lists live in those cities and don’t have the budget to actually scan the entire country in search of the best popsicles?
For the 4th of July, Dave and his friends spend a weekend in Speculator, New York, a small town on the shores of Lake Pleasant. It’s about what you would expect – a couple restaurants, one grocery store, no stoplights. Being the dessert aficionado that I am, the highlight of the trip for me is the donuts. Made fresh every morning at the community center, they really are some of the best donuts I’ve ever had. I can’t claim to have tasted every donut in the country, but I firmly believe these would be up there.
Think parades on 5th Ave are fun? Well they aren’t. They inconvenience everyone trying to do something besides watch the parade. I got on the M57 to go to the park, and it turned south at 3rd because all of 57th was closed. So I get off and walk just to find a parade going on. Pedestrians can only cross the street in intervals when cops pause the parade. Here’s the line for people trying to cross:
Dave’s birthday was yesterday, and as part of the celebration we took off work the day after to hang out together and do things that are much more enjoyable to do on weekdays than weekends. It started off wonderfully by waking up at 9:30, and to boot, I finally got over my terrible cold that I’d had since Friday. We lazed around, watched some daytime tv, and formulated a game plan.
Dave’s main and only goal for the day was to see a movie in the afternoon, so we set off for that first. The movie he wanted to see was playing near Union Square, so we headed downtown. I made us stop for a bite to eat at Spoon – overrated. I guess I expected table service, but they are basically a glorified overpriced deli, and rude to boot.
After the movie we meandered down to Washington Square Park for some world-class people watching. It was beautiful in the sun, so we stayed a while.
When it was finally time to go, we agreed to walk all the way home – not like we had to be anywhere quickly. On the way home we saw a cheese store that I immediately demanded to check out. Beecher’s Handmade Cheese is a glorious place that I can’t wait to get back to. They make and sell cheese as well as other appetizer-y items and utensils. There was a sample of cheese out, which we ended up buying, but I also wanted a recommendation from them. I wanted a mild soft cheese similar to goat cheese – the guy immediately recommended Brebis Blanche, which is apparently a type of sheep’s cheese. We sprung for a baguette as well to eat them with, and while it cost us a pretty penny, it was totally worth it.
Both cheeses were good, but the Blanche was amazing. Even Dave agreed that it was basically like a dessert. After lingering in the park a bit more, we finally headed home to collapse after the fifty-block walk (Dave is passed out as I write this). I wish every day could be this enjoyable.