New York Round Up

Morning

My last few hours in New York were spent taking photos in the Meat Packing District, before having a lobster sandwich at the Chelsea Market. I shared a table with an elderly man from Florida we talked about seafood and his family.

Here are a few of the photos.

Fashion Week bikes painted by different designers and available for the public to borrow

Eccentric much?

The Standard Hotel. The sculpture was a temporary installation.

I want to be a part of it

Morning

Hang on a minute surely these aren't pictures of cosmopolitan, hip, happening, modern New York city but medieval provincial France? Actually it is both. The Cloisters is a branch of the Metropolitan Mueseum specialising in art, altars and architecture from Medieval times (another credit goes to Craig for this one). Located in a park at the very northern tip of Manhattan it is a peaceful world away from Broadway and Fifth Avenue and felt like I had travelled to a new country (once I had emerged from the filthy subway). The building itself is actually made up of parts of chapels, cloisters etc recovered from Europe. I particularly liked the old style vegie garden complete with apple and quince trees.

Noon

The new building that is in construction on the site of the world trade centre has apparently, after a long time getting going, been going up quite quickly. This photo is of where it is at now, a couple of days before the tenth anniversary of the September 11 attacks.

In a move respected by tight dads everywhere I chose to take a closer look at the Statue of Liberty from the FREE ferry to Staten Island. Time didn't permit a look around the island and I had to hop straight back on the ferry returning to Manhattan. I decided the most curious person on this ferry was a man dressed in a tuxedo drinking a can of Fosters. It wasn't so much the 'why a tuxedo' but 'why on earth a Fosters?'.

Night

 

Free chips make for lean model figures!

Obviously eyes only for me!

The eve of the official start of New York fashion week is Fashion's Night Out, an event that sees retailers at various locations open late and basically just put on parties. As I was staying very near the Meat Packing District, Julian met me there and we wandered around people watching and soaking up the carnival vibe. Hearing music from a live band playing outside a shop, Julian realised it was none other than Melbourne band Miami Horror who he had tickets to see that weekend.

It's true what they say about New York, something is always happening and there is a surprise around every corner. I think I'm a little bit in love. Now to work out how New York and I can spend more time together....

Bar/restaurant the Spotted Pig was the perfect end to a great day, although busy the wait was justified with great food and atmosphere (the company was pretty good too, thanks Jules for the New York eat fest).

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!

I'll have what she's having....

Morning
It rained pretty much all day, often very heavily. Being a tourist and taking 
photos are not easy tasks in such downpours, luckily I was ready to take the 
rubber-necking down a notch and stay inside and eat.
 
Noon 

I'm not sure if it was the movie-famous location (Meg Ryan's famous scene in When 
Harry Met Sally) or that Craig said the food was as close to his Grandmother's home 
cooking (although the sandwiches aren't as big as they used to be!) that led Julian 
and I to meet for lunch at Katz's Deli, but I swear it wasn't the giant gherkins as 
I didn't find out about these until we got there.

After getting a grasp on the ticket/queue/ordering system we decided on half sandwiche 
(me corned beef, he pastrami) and matzo ball soup with sides of pickles and chips. 
We didn't get to sit at Meg's famous table but happily whiled away a couple hours 
catching up and working through layers and layers of meat (high meat to bread ratio) 
before deciding we needed to complete the feast with ice cream sundaes (in truth we 
probably didn't, have I mentioned how fat I'm getting?)
 
Night 

Still raining and wearing black to conceal how wet I was, I met a friend who I studied 
with at university who now lives in New York. A pre-dinner cocktail and a meal at a 
neighborhood restaurant (she lives close to the hotel where I was staying), made for a 
chilled night and a taste of what it might be like to live in this city.