NYC is, like always, all I dream of. This time even the flight had me in a blissful daze. I was in premium economy and got offered prosecco on boarding. Oh yeah.
I even got little salt and pepper holders in shape of planes (don’t mind the disgusting napkin). Plane ride was a breeze and I landed happily in Newark to meet up with Jules.
Our first night we were both pretty tired so we checked in at the hotel in TriBeCa and then headed for dinner at the odeon down the road. By ten we were happily back in bed getting our sleep on.
Saturday morning we jumped out bed (yes we did, remember we went to bed at ten) and went out to do NYC. We started with brekkie at Balthazar.
Egg soldiers motherf**kers. Ace breakfast, too bad I spilled egg all over my t-shirt and kept flaunting that round the fancy stores of Manhattan.
After shopping ninja style (2 very effective hours) we headed done to Williamsburg for lunch and beer. We accidentally happened upon smorgasburg. As you do. Too much people for us but a funny sign.
Instead we went up the top of urban outfitters to a hidden roof top and went straight for the beers. In the sun. Blazing sun. Not a great combo but pretty epic anyway.
Eddie came. He brought unicorn cigarettes. Reminded me off being 18 smoking these feeling very cool.
We drank more beer. Eddies friend Cindy came as well and after a couple of more drinks we went to a Japanese restaurant to meets up with another of Eddies friends, Steve. Dinner and then out into the hipstery williamsburg night. We were tired. I fell asleep at the bar around 1 o clock. Time to go home.
Another great breakfast. We were heading for buvette but it was full so we just had one of those random, gigantic, American breakfasts.
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