Growing Old and The East River
Saturday was one of those days. The weekend has really become a time to enjoy our neighborhood, it’s mostly calm streets, good local food and the sky. Took an afternoon stroll that is slowly becoming routine; amazing iced coffee to-go from a local brunch joint and a stroll down a cobblestone and glass filled street due East until you can’t go anymore. It’s one of those hidden spots, that I want to cherish now, because I know in a year it will be some fancy condo’s parking garage. The most clear view of the East River, the full Manhattan skyline all the way down to the Brooklyn Bridge. It’s nice to sitdown on the concrete, legs dangling over the water, listening to the Polish techno from some kids window and talk about the future.
Later that night we celebrated M’s 27th birthday with a delightful dinner at the sweetest Italian restaurant. Red wine from Tuscany, warm artichoke hearts, and those amazing dark eyes. Bellies full we headed back to our neighborhood for drinks with friends at a 19th Century style bar that I LOVE. The friends that M and I have made since moving here two years ago are some of the sweetest people around. I truly feel lucky for having these cool people in our lives. The best thing about the Bar, besides the saloon doors and the amazing hospitality, is the French Margarita. OMG. After a handful of these my pictures started to get blurry and my stories got louder but that’s when we brought out the MOST DELICIOUS CAKE IN THE ENTIRE WORLD. And then everything was o.k.
Finished the night at a new local favorite: The Habitat. Opened by former social workers, this bar is rustic, down to earth and has the best Empanadas I’ve ever had. The owners & bartenders have become our friends which is awesome/dangerous. A perfect way to end the night and say peace to the group of friends who stuck around til closing.
