Nothing Like a Trip to the Big Apple
I’ve been to NYC three times now, and can fully agree that New York is always a good idea. Coming from a big city myself, I can appreciate the grandness, and always finding something different to do.
This time I went because it was my best friend’s birthday. It also just so happened to be Coachella weekend one, so we knew going out would be pretty dead. A trip to the Big Apple, on the other hand…how could that be boring?
After a brutal redeye flight, and navigating our way from bus to subway to hotel, we worked up an appetite and grabbed lunch at Ivan Ramen. This place was on Chef’s Table and I was dying to try it out. Our consensus – it’s pretty good ramen! With happy tummy’s, we set off to explore the Financial District, grab a dessert at Milk Bar, and prepared ourselves to brace the fierce winds as we crossed the Brooklyn Bridge.
Later that evening we went our for dinner with some friends at La Boqueria. I was reminded by how late New Yorkers eat dinner because it was about 9pm by the time we began eating. I didn’t mind since I was still on west coast time, but by the time we finished eating it was almost midnight! Completely exhausted from traveling and slowly moving into a food coma, we crashed back at the hotel.
The next day we woke up late and headed to TriBeCa where the my friend’s company’s film was being aired for the festival. The documentary itself was a moving story about theses teenagers lives in New Mexico and how they’re trying to make something of themselves in the midst of family issues and difficulties. Hearing from the production team, actors, and all who were involved in the making of the film gave me a deeper appreciation of the level of work and planning that goes into the making of a documentary. After the screening we went to an afterparty in Chelsea where we enjoyed some wine, appetizers, and turned into social butterflies until the evening. Later that night we went to this little hole in the wall Italian place, Il Posto Accanto & Il Bagatto. From there we barhopped and danced the night away.
The next morning we went to this little cafe called Abraço. that had the best monkey bread I have ever had. Paired with my iced coffee, I was ready to head home. Until next time, New York!