“Decide what to be and go be it.”
With the Avett Brothers singing in my ear, I stepped onto the L train. And on my embark from Brooklyn to Manhattan I could not help ponder the past year and a half that led me to this commute from Jefferson Street to Union Square.
I love the subway. Yes, it may sometimes smell less than ideal. It may be over crowded and either too hot or too cold, but for reasons I can neither explain nor rationalize, I love it nonetheless. Whether it’s the trek beneath the East River or just a few stops on the 8th Avenue local, it’s the people who always get me. You cross paths with tens of hundreds of New Yorkers, momentarily becoming a part of their stories, if even only for that fleeting moment between Bleecker and Spring Street.
Up until now, my New York story has been messy. A beautiful indescribable mess that has bewitched me, body and soul.
So with spring break gifting me a week of freedom, I hopped on a plane, hoping to put together some pieces of my future, but enjoy this city’s enchantment (and bagels) along the way.
WHAT I ATE:
From the moment the plane’s wheels touched the runway at LaGuardia, my stomach began to call for the amazing inevitable eats. And with only a week in this incredible city before I finally settle here for good, I declared it my mission to squeeze in as much amazing food along the way.
I hope these photos prove that mission accomplished, and then some.
Egg + Avocado + Tomato, Black Seed Bagels
Pastrami and Egg + Spinach + Tomato, Bagels & Bialys
Think Coffee, Mercer Street
Happy Bones, Broome Street
Tuscan Eggs Benedict and “The Stack”, Park Avenue Grill
THE SUNDAY DINNER:
Fried Chicken and Bacon Cheddar + Dried Cherry Waffles, Sweet Chick
Chocolate Walnut Cookie, Levain Bakery
Cereal Milk Soft Serve and Compost Cookie, Momofuku Milkbar
HOW I SWEAT:
So you better believe after seven days eating and drinking these incredible things, I needed to break a good sweat a few times in between.
I made a trip to my favorite Union Square Soul Cycle for two classes and went for a beautiful 6 mile run.
Not to mention, squeezed in a few KILLER lifting sessions to leave me sweaty and satisfied.
So while I decide what to be and how to go be it, I have faith the pieces will fall into place just the way they’re meant to. And in six weeks, I’ll finally get to say hello to this city for good, call it home, and never look back.
But until then, my flight got cancelled. So I’m going to enjoy my extra day with this incredible Brooklyn candy.
Stay Hungry, kids.
Run far, eat well, drink better.