Sunday, September 28, 2014
We took the ferry to Pier Six in Brooklyn Bridge Park today, and it was baking hot (thank goodness for water parks.)
One thing I will say for having children...we really make use of the city in a way we didn't when it was just the two of us. I guess it's because, without fail, we're out of the door by 9 a.m. (no lolling about and watching Bravo of late.) Sure, after the sun goes down we are less able to be spontaneous. But I definitely feel we are wringing every last drop out of the daytime hours.
Saturday, September 27, 2014
Kind of sad we just got around to visiting Havermeyer Park on its last weekend, along with the hoola hooping, dirt biking, urban farming, teepee-loving masses. I will say I'm glad that as familiar and home-ish as Williamsburg is, it still manages to surprise me.
Friday, September 26, 2014
So J. Crew opened its doors in Williamsburg today. I guess that's not especially strange, these days.
Meanwhile, I've been testing out matcha at Matchabar (hmmm....not a convert), and marveling at Axel's new vocabulary, which includes words like 'mural' and 'holiday' as well as sentences like 'Don't spit on Daddy's hand, Ozzy!'
Thursday, September 25, 2014
|Yves Salomon parka via The Dreslyn|
So I've been working on a freelance fashion story about dressing for the coming winter (a dreadful thought, I know.)
One thing that keeps coming up in my research is some variation on this coat, by Yves Salomon. There's a men's version here, in case you are wondering what the fabulous people will be doing to stay warm this year.
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
It's unsolicited advice day around here, didn't you know?
Actually, yesterday I was grabbing a sandwich at Depanneur, and thought to myself, 'The world needs to know more about this sandwich!'
Specifically, the Number 4, which includes turkey and peppadews (South African sweet pickled peppers), house pickled shallots, Manchego cheese, arugula and harissa mayo.
There's more deliciousness (with recipes) from Depanneur here. But while I was meditating on the awesomeness of the Number 4, I thought I should do a little rundown of my favorite Williamsburg eats and drinks. If you ever come for a visit, save this list!
Best Sandwich in Williamsburg: The aforementioned Number 4, Depanneur
Best Pizza in Williamsburg: A tie between the Speckenwolf at Roberta's and the Spectacle 261 at Paulie Gee's
Best Coffee in Williamsburg: In the absence of the late, great Verb, I'm going to give this one to Oslo, with deference to the Roebling Street location.
Best Salad in Williamsburg: The Saints salad at St. Balmain (local greens, broccolini, lentils, spring peas and hazelnuts tossed with lemon vinaigrette, plus chicken and boho Aussie waitstaff)
Best Dive Bar in Williamsburg: I'm quite partial to frozen margaritas at The Commodore, but only in the late afternoon, when you can score the corner table.
Best Roof Bar in Williamsburg: The Ides, scene-y or not, is hard to be cynical about, and the views over Brooklyn and the city are breathtaking, though Northern Territory is a solid, less swanky runner up.
Best Swanky Cocktail Joint in Williamsburg: It's still Hotel Delmano, even if their coupe glasses are a tad on the small side.
Best Bakery in Williamsburg: Hands down, it's Ovenly, for their insane Brooklyn Blackout cake
Best Ice Cream in Williamsburg: Oddfellows sprinkles ice cream, in a made-from-scratch waffle cone
Sunday, September 21, 2014
A good Williamsburg Sunday. Checked out the El Puente mural near the Domino Sugar factory site, tired Axel out at Ms. J's, watched as Axel did some toddler parkour, stumbled upon a random skateboarding competition, did some gardening, ended up at Spritzenhaus.
Hope you had a wonderful fall weekend, wherever you are.
Saturday, September 20, 2014
|New York, 2014|
We had a somewhat ambitious day in the city today, taking the ferry to the Whitney to see the Jeff Koons retrospective, walking some 50 blocks in the process.
Aside from the mobs of somewhat cranky people out in force, it was lovely, and it was fun to see a show that Axel could appreciate too (even if he didn't grasp the whole 'no touching' thing.)
He did not put his paw prints on the $58 million balloon dog, fortunately.