They say that variety is the spice of life. As schedules become habits though, such an adage gets lost within a predictable Monday through Friday. So these are the posts dedicated to relinquishing routines and embracing variety with a dash of weekend spice.
And surely, this weekend did not lack seasoning, the meals were delicious and the friends [much like the wine] have only gotten better with age. Several great, long standing friends of mine came to the city, and even as I write this I wish to rewind to Friday and do it all over again. With full glasses + hearts + bellies [particularly bellies…] we breathed in much of the incredible this city has to offer.
ALL THE FOOD:
After a 7AM start to the day + miles trekked through Manhattan, my stomach began to growl. And if you listened carefully, you would’ve heard it whispering “Brooklyn” because summer Saturdays can only mean one thing — Smorgasburg. The single greatest culmination of food + beer + sweets along the East River. Vendors from all over the city come together to gift New Yorkers + it’s visitors to small bites of culinary heaven.
Shadowed by sunlight + skyline, the biggest question becomes, where to feast first? After taking several laps and carefully weighing the options, the first course was chosen: a thai-style hot dog from Asiadog. Believe me, this was far from your average ball-park dog–100% organic beef with fixings exploding with fresh + light flavor.
Although I was fully satisfied with meal number one, I knew we were only getting started. I began skimming the options for the second course and the answer was suddenly very clear: Mighty Quinn’s BBQ. I love a good barbeque [who doesn’t] — but my reasoning is somewhat unique. Yes I love a tender pulled pork or juicy chicken, but the true factor in my cookout cuisine selection is the sauce. For me, good barbeque cannot exist naked, and Mighty Quinn’s sweet + tangy was the black tie ensemble to my delish brisket.
And finally, because this is not my first rodeo with Smorgasburg, I knew I couldn’t return to Manhattan without my third and final course being the legendary Bruffin — a light + buttery texture in adorable muffin form. Featuring Bruffins as tiny representations of countries around the world, the hardest part becomes selecting a country–so naturally we got two: Canada [maple bacon + cheddar cheese] and Norway [salmon + goat cheese + capers] — PERFECTION.
Is your stomach full from just looking at all of this? Well surprisingly, after a few hours + a long walk across the Williamsburg bridge, we were ready to indulge again. At a small Italian pizzeria near the High Line gathered some of my dearest visiting friends. And over Pinot [nero + grigio] we laughed over memories and margherita pies. I took a moment to sit back + listen — appreciating the fact that five years ago in our small town suburb, who’d have thought we’d end up here — in the greatest city in the world, toasting the greatest friendships, the times we’ve shared and the millions of adventures to come.
Many miles will be run this week in response to the food coma I’m still in, but you better believe taking a day to splurge over good food + better wine + best friends was worth every bite.
Run far, eat well, drink better.