It was just like yesterday....No actually it was only 6 - 8 hours ago. I cooked up this half brain idea to do the cliche tourist thing and walk over the Brooklyn Bridge for where I am in Brooklyn. So like any modern day person..I googled "Brooklyn Bridge" for directions. According to the site it would take me 2 hours and some minutes to get to Manhattan. Reasonable. Oh was I wrong. The walk wasn't that hard..no serious hills in NYC, to borrow a phrase from a friend, 'thank AB' for that small mercy. Anyway while on the way to the bridge I got 'lost' in DUMBO (Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass, catchy eh?), looking for a cafe dubbed 'The Best Chocolate Cake Ever'. Phst..now if anybody or any store that makes a claim like that I hope they know I am coming to eat what ever it is to judge appropriately. Unfortunately, after much walking around in the trending, hip area I could not find the cafe. Darn! I know. I did however find Jaceque Torres' Chocolate and Ice-Cream stores but I wasn't in the mood for chocolate or ice-cream not matter whose name is behind it.
All broken hearted I strolled across the bridge and stood and marveled at the city's skyline and well of course the people walking along side me. And that's when two things happened to me. First, I think I am in love. I have been in this city for roughly 2 months off and on and I think it is an awesome place. Beautiful people beautiful scenes. (I mean so far most of my living expenses have been paid for while I was there and I have no jobs to drag my feet to, so I guess when you look at it for that perspective who wouldn't enjoy themselves). And second my feet were screaming at me. I could hear them - "Yo jackass..you have walking for three hours. Time for a *&#$ing rest". (Yeah that sound like them). I took their advice and sat got my bearings and my next plan of action.
And that plan was the walk around Chinatown and the East Village. The word on the wire is that the East Village has some of the best eating spots in the city. And they were right...every few feet there were cafes, bars, restaurants and little eateries and bakeries spotting the district. Along with some beautiful people. I really can't get over that. Oh and the redheads/gingers seem to be the best of the lot. Sorry getting side tracked.
Finally I got to 14th Str Union Square (said in my best metro announcement voice) and I completely forgot that the day today. Wednesdays there is usually a farmer's market. Peaches, pears, plums, honey, bread, cookies. FOODIES heaven. You could smell everything..especially the peaches. I felt like making cobbler or something fresh and tasty. In the end I ended up buying a bunch of radishes, to do what with I was still unsure.
Got home with out my feet falling off and made dinner. Seared cumin encrusted chicken breast and braised white wine radishes and leftovers. Tasted good.
To whom ever reads this. Peace out. Going to rub my feet.
Oh I saw this sign in the window of a shop. Rather funny. What talent can they possibly need?
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