Two years ago Tessa and I started our big adventure in New York and wonderful Ellie hung out with us for two weeks in an apartment in Greenpoint. Brodie drew me three incredible maps of Williamsburg/Greenpoint and we spent our time uncovering amazing places to eat and drink and shop. We ate bagels every day and made percolated coffee, and rode the subway like we knew exactly where we were going. One night (on Brodie’s recommendation), we went to a little Polish hole-in-the-wall restaurant on Manhattan Ave to have pierogis and all the meat and cabbage we could find. It was so hot inside and there were no fans and we were eating every bit of protein and starch in existence and we were all sweating profusely into our potatoes in what can only be described as Bikram Eating. But it was so delicious and the decor so homey, that the rest of it seems irrelevant. So we finished our food and escaped into the equally stagnant New York May air, ate cinnamon ice cream, started to smell of BO, and wandered back up to our little home in the dying daylight.
Best memories x