Even in the familiar there can be surprise and wonder. That’s what I learned this week.
In New York City, there lives something new to be discovered quite literally around every corner. Let face it, in a city overflowing with people to watch, places to run and most importantly things to eat, you almost have to TRY to avoid repetition.
And while I normally advocate for new discoveries, I’ve learned there is nothing wrong with loving the familiar. It is perfectly okay to fall in love with something and want to experience it all over again. No need to fix something that isn’t broken, right?
So this week, I did some revisitng of my own with two park runs and a killer brunch that begged me to return for dinner.
Early this week, I rose with the sun and logged 5 beautiful miles in Central Park. The air was perfect — cool + crisp across my face through each stride.
On that run I clocked an average 9:48 pace, not trying to race through it, but rather savor each mile. And for an early morning run, the laid back tempo was the perfect way to begin the day.
Then a few days later I decided to complete the EXACT run again, but this time opted for a little competition–against myself. So I raised the intensity and pushed myself–HARD.
Let me be real for a second. I consider myself a runner, hands down. And I can handle distance no problem but speed is an entirely different story.
I blame it on short legs, or tiny strides — excuse which probably hold no water — but nonetheless, I’m just not very fast. So when I say this was a challenge for me, I mean it.
But hey, no pain no gain right? Well if we’re going for that, I deserve A LOT of gain for this.
While this run was identical to the one completed two days prior, I will be the first to say that I felt COMPLETELY different. Both runs provided mutual satisfaction, but in entirely contrasting ways.
One provided a calm, melting stress as each stride collided with pavement. And the other provided provocation to challenge myself to do better and be better. Both, however, left me sweaty + satisfied — and what more could a runner ask for?
Normally, revisiting a restaurant twice in a given week would constitute a harsh foodie violation. As I mentioned before, I could live in this city for 55 years and not eat at the same place twice, and if I am accepting that mission, repetition simply is not a logical approach.
BUT sometimes what makes sense to the head does not make sense to the heart, or to the stomach, especially when the restaurant is Westville.
This charming, farm-to-table eatery strives to provide the freshest ingredients + BANGIN flavor combos into meals you WILL want to revisit over and over again.
My first trip to Westville was for brunch. And believe it or not, I didn’t choose it. In fact, I resisted every meal time urge and relinquished the restaurant selection control to my boyfriend — and if that’s not love, kids, I’m not sure what is.
Greater the risk, greater the reward, though right? Well, after consuming quite possibly the greatest meal to date, I would have to concede to that.
CALIFORNIA BENEDICT + SRIRACHA HOLLANDAISE:
I’m gonna be honest, I love a good benedict but it’s never a go-to brunch option for me. But the second I saw Sriracha…game changer. Forget about it. Sold.
As we were finishing up, all smiles and happy bellies, I caught a glimpse at that night’s dinner menu.
And it was then I realized I HAD to come back for round two. So three days later, Westville, we met again.
I’ve made it very clear that I am a rabbit. I love vegetables in any and all forms, so when I saw the MARKET VEGETABLE PLATE…heart eyes emoji for this little bunny. The only bad part was having to choose just four.
So after much deliberation, I went with the Morracan Carrots, Grilled Zuchinni with Moz + Tomato, Roasted Butternut Squash and Grilled Lemon Asparagus.
And if you were wondering what my personal heaven looks like, well I can only hope it’s a lot like this plate of veggies:
Fresh doesn’t even begin to describe the quality — and trust me, by now I’ve earned the title of vegetable connoisseur.
We also couldn’t leave without trying one of the night’s specials — gotta have a little protein right?
SPICY MOROCCAN MARINATED CHICKEN DRUMS:
I’ve heard it’s impolite to eat everything on your plate. Well, I’m sorry, but when the food’s this delicious, just call me a peasant. A full + happy peasant.
So maybe you need 55 years to eat all the food and run all the miles in New York, but when you find something incredible enough for repetition, I say I’ll do it in 60.
Run far, eat well, drink better.