Here's how it went down.
Friday after work I went in search of ramen at Rai Rai Ken, a little noodle bar in the East Village. Mission: broth and pork (as usual), and this did the trick.
Waiting for a seat.
Trying to climb into the miso soup.
His ramen (about which I need merely say: "crispy garlic.")
Saturday, we headed to the Grub Street Food Festival in the Chinatown region. It was still pretty early, but also super crowded and cooold. South of Delancey is a rough place. (No it isn't.)
Bahn mi and rice balls.
There were also dumplings and empanadas consumed. Unfortunately, the lines meant we skipped The Smile's grilled cheese and Pies & Thighs. My big ticket item was a Luke's Lobster roll.
That's a real smile, folks.
Cold, jostled, dazed from the magnificent selection, we headed to Donut Plant to see what the Pumpkin Donut was all about.
And oh... Oh my. It was terrific. An apple donut and a carrot cake donut also made their way in the bag, somehow. I floated down the street on the hot chai. We medium power walked to Rebel Rebel to try and find some wax muzak. (I got this little baby.)
Passing through SoHo, SOMEONE realized Calexico was still open.
I was too full to do more than steal some bites loaded with crack sauce. But he went to town.
"How it it?"
The last thing on my To-Do was hit The House of Waris Pop Up Tea Room.
This review pretty much sums it up.
|Waris was photographing this in a spiffy suit before I could get my phone out.|
I scuttled up to the Eric Anderson prints like a crab on fire! Bat? Er. The cross-section of the Belafonte caught my eye. Sadly, I couldn't part with the cash, even though I was informed that Eric Anderson was wandering around and would sign it for me. The tea looked interesting but not that interesting. Waris wandered past dreamily and said hi with a huge grin on his face.
Sunday was lazy and productive. (Clean laundry! Clean bathroom!) The Jets were playing, so the boyfriend and I staked out some barstools at Brooklyn Bowl and commenced drinking too much. The Blue Ribbon food was insanely good—we got the BBQ wings and some monstrosity called the "Rock and Roll Fries," which is fries topped with two types of cheese and gravy. Hng. I've already begun a detox, never you worry.
Beach Fossils performed and we bopped along until it was time to go home.
I think I need a weekend after that weekend.