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WHERE WE STAYED WHERE WE ATE Here’s a list of things I loved, that I came home craving, and look forward to returning to for more… • The best pizza I’ve ever had (chased by chocolate cannoli) came from the San Genarro Festival in Little Italy. I played it safe and stuck to cheese slices from the vendor on the corner of Spring and Mulberry (which were heaven to me) but if we’d stayed another day I’d have ventured out and tried the vodka pizza, which looked good with its swirls of mozzarella cheese embedded in a spicy, vodka sauce. • Rocky Road Rice Pudding from Rice to Riches. Rice to Riches is one of those only-in-New-York kinds of places that sells just one thing… rice pudding. But they sell it in so many variations, with so many toppings that you can’t help but come back for more. Kind of like your favorite ice cream place. But with rice pudding. • Chocolate from The Chocolate Bar, a sweet little chocolate shop specializing in retro chocolate bars, multiple varieties of hot chocolate, chocolate tea, candies and truffles. Habit forming. • Good Restaurant. An inviting place on Greenwich Avenue near the Incentra. Light, flavorful salads, phenomenal bruschetta followed up by banana chocolate bread pudding. Friendly, upbeat atmosphere. Great service. Reasonably priced. I wish we had a Good here in Boulder. I could eat there every day. WHERE WE SHOPPED We checked out the honey display at Dean and DeLuca. Respectable but not comprehensive. Still – a beautiful grocery experience. (An aside… most of the corner grocery markets we ran into were nothing more then glorified convenience stores with wilty produce. Is this where people really do their grocery shopping? Horrors!) Stumbled across a too-cute-to-be-true home appliance store called Pylones that sells cheery, whimsical items for the home (ladybug egg timers, prince and princess dust pans and brooms, giant calculators). I bet Pee Wee Herman shops for the playhouse here. And oh, let’s not forget the shoe place in SoHo with cashmere ballet flats. The amazing thing about New York is that we stumbled into all these places without trying. They were just there. On the way to and from lunch, to and from the hotel. Imagine what we could have found if we were actually looking… | |
Holy cow! New York is an amazing place. Andy and I arrived in Manhattan for the IFP Market on Sunday (the 17th) and it felt like we helicoptered into the pages of a “Where’s Waldo” book. It’s like the city is an interactive collage made up of layers upon layers of architecture, advertising, graffiti, dirt, people, clothing, pigeons, air conditioner drippings, spat-out-gum, cobblestones, vermin, voices, strange breezes and trash. The scene changes each day which is fascinating. After spending so much time looking at and thinking about the wax cities the bees make I can’t help but think of New York as hive-like macro-organism inhabited by its creators who are always in the process of fine tuning, perfecting and changing their magnificent home.
