I can't believe it's not butter (or chicken, or spare ribs...)

Morning
The continuing rain not only made my morning run on the high line eerily peaceful but also served to take the 'must see as much as I can in the time I have, rush, rush etc' pressure off my time in New York and relax into a more holiday-esque attitude.

Did I say relax? Oops probably shouldn't have stopped by at the last day of the Barney's warehouse sale to fight with other shoppers trawling racks of sad and sale weary designer clothing. The security guard on my way out couldn't believe I didn't find anything I wanted to buy.
 

I took this photo of diverse varieties of tomatoes at the Union Square farmers market which had a great array of fresh produce (if only I had somewhere to cook it!)


Noon

 

Hey look I took a totally original picture of the Brooklyn Bridge! Ha! Well at least it is the first picture like this taken by me as I walked over it in the rain. The light misty rain meant I didn't get much of a view back to Manhattan but upped it's gothic charm.

Once over in Brooklyn I met Julian for another eating session. This time panelles (to be said in an American/Italian accent) at a third generation Southern Italian restaurant. Afterward we shopped (more successfully for me than the mornings efforts) at the renowned vintage store Beacon's Closet.
 

Shingle house in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, NY

Night
Williamsburg is an area of Brooklyn that has enough cafes, bars, hipsters and fixies that surely it is the Fitzroy (Melbourne's) of New York. On the recommendation of a friend I met Craig for dinner at Japanese tapas restaurant Bozu for sushi 'bombs' and this nearly too pretty to eat ceviche, washed down with sake.
 

Although not at all hungry, Craig wanted me to try the food across the street at Foodswings a vegan place that specialises in making dishes that taste like animals but aren't. Part of the appeal (amazement, fear, curiosity...) is trying to work out what the food could possibly be made of to make a 'chicken' drumstick so realisitic that bits get stuck in your teeth. The wooden stick 'bone' however wasn't fooling anyone. Cheers Craig for your New York recommendations and of course your company!