Our trip to New York seems like so long ago (I guess it was!) but its never far from my mind. A lot of people have said since that they’ve never quite ‘got’ the appeal of the city but for me it was magical and we had the best time. Ever since, whenever I eat a burger or a side of mac and cheese, its always compared to the burgers and mac and cheese we ate in NYC, whenever I find a new vintage store it’s always compared to the flea markets we visited in NYC and whenever I persuade anyone to do a jumping photo with me, it’s always compared to my favourite jumping photo location of all, the Brooklyn Bridge in NYC.
As a little flashback Friday, today I’m sharing my final photo diary from our trip to the big apple, incorporating the best bits of the last three days (day 4 was a snow blizzard and photos were limited, day 5 we ate lunch, had a cocktail and got on a plane…). Here’s some of what we enjoyed on our final few days…
Crossing Jumping the Brooklyn Bridge…
I’ve spoken about my experience on the bridge a little already in this New York outfit post, but I’ll re-iterate. Being in the middle of that bridge was possibly the coldest I have ever felt in my life! It was fierce, yet beautiful at the same time, as is so often the way with mother nature. Anyway after a sunny farewell to Manhattan at one side, the winds came for us and almost all but blew us away, but we surrendered in order to take in the magnificent views that this fine bridge offers. Its a must in my book, no matter how touristy it may become, there’s something pretty special about walking across.
Once regrouped, we found ourselves shivering at the Brooklyn side and in need of a hot drink. If it hadn’t have been about 10am I might have suggested a hot toddy! Before that of course there was just one thing left to do… the obligatory jumping photo! Myself and GB are becoming rather well known in the jumping photo realms as we take one just about everywhere we go. I think I’m the main instigator (love a jumping photo) but GB always ends up jumping twice as high and looking tonnes better than me, as evidenced in the photos above – humph! I like to think that one day when we are old and grey we’ll be able to look at some sort of jumping montage commemorating everywhere we’ve travelled together and have a good giggle. It’s pretty hard not to be happy when you’re jumping right? And if you don’t look happy in the photo (GB), you usually look pretty damn silly (me) so either way it’s smile inducing to look back on.
The best burgers in town…
After a little wander around Brooklyn Heights and Cobble Hill (great vintage stores, check out my shopping guide) and a hot drink to warm the cockles, we made our way to Williamsburg as this was the main area we wanted to check out having had good recommendations of bars and eateries. Our first port of call was the legendary Dumont Burgers, renowned in these parts as one of the best burgers you will come across, which of course was a statement we had to demystify. A tiny little establishment, as soon as you walk through their little green curtain you know you are somewhere cool. It screams downtown hipster vibes with its humble wooden benches and blackboard menus. But luckily the food lived up to hype too, and they had mac and cheese on the menu – winner!
Weekend Flea Market…
We actually visited Brooklyn twice during our trip. That first visit, after our Dumont food coma came on, we spent the rest of the afternoon scouring all of Willamsburg’s vintage stores (my idea) before hitting some of the bars we’d read up about (GB’s idea). You can read about all the vintage stores and designer boutiques we visited in my lazy girl shopping guide and bar wise I’d definitely recommend checking out Barcade – a beer / arcade mecca.
My favourite Brooklyn experience however, had to be when we returned to Williamsburg on the morning of our last day to hit the amazing Flea Market (its only on at the weekends). There were two venues on the weekend we were there, a smaller set up housing local designers and handmade pieces such as jewellery, paintings and crockery, and a larger warehouse filled with what you’d associate with flea markets; trickets, antiques, vintage clothing, and random things you never knew you needed until then. It was my idea of heaven and it actually saddened me that I couldn’t take anything home with me. I would have kitted out my whole flat from this place if I could have, from the giant steel lettering to the gorgeous fabrics and the unusual antiques. It’s the perfect place should you want to take an unusual gift home to friends and family too. We picked up some unusual chutneys from their food and gifts section plus some good old salt water taffy (I’d never tried before it but wasn’t all that keen I have to say). Their food market was also epic and we ended up eating beef wraps (GB) and mac and cheese (me) for a mid morning snack before grabbing a giant chocolate doughnut each to take back with us.
Mac and Cheese overload…
I might have mentioned already but as a bit of a mac and cheese addict I set myself a little challenge while in New York to try as many varieties as possible, they do it so well after all. As our last day approached I was failing rather miserably having so far only tried two versions – Hoboken’s Mac Daddy and Dumont Burgers offering. I’d read up about Sarita’s Mac and Cheese before we left, and as luck would have it it turned out to be just around the corner from our apartment. Even after that mid morning cheesy snack at the flea market, I was adamant that I was not leaving New York without trying it so after we’d packed up our stuff and had a couple of hours to kill in the afternoon we headed out for cocktails (I still hadn’t had a Cosmopolitan the whole trip and was also pretty adamant about that) and S’Mac.
Obviously a favourite in the neighbourhood, Sarita’s was heaving, with queues piling up both inside and out so sitting in was unfortunately a no go with our time being strictly observed by my stressy traveller partner. Instead we ordered from their takeaway joint next door and took it back to the flat to eat. As far as Mac and Cheese goes, this was the most elaborate I’d seen so far. You could choose up to three different cheeses and up to five different meats and the portion size choices were like big, bigger and humongous! I made a faux pah and went for spicy sausage which pretty much overpowered everything but you’ll just have to wait for my Mac and Cheese diaries to see where this one ranked on the list.
And just like that it was time to head to the airport and say farewell to our NYC experience, oh and guess what was our dinner option on the flight? Yup that’s right Mac and Cheese – fail.
If you’re planning a trip to the city then you may also find my city guides useful, with where to stay and what to do and the top shopping destinations. The above gives you a little taster but I’m still planning to put together an eating and drinking guide for all the best places to visit on the food map.