After brunch with Luswin I met up with the Boy in the Checkered Shirt and Ramona to check out some galleries in Chelsea. Among them the Prince Street Gallery and the Bowery Gallery, both no longer found on their namesake streets.
After a couple hours of taking in art and walking under the High Line, we found this diner on 10th Avenue. The Boy ordered a cup of chamomile tea and an apple turnover, while Ramona and I had coffee and pie (blueberry for her, apple for me). We all helped ourselves to bites from a scoop of ice cream on the Boy's plate.
Sunday, November 21, 2010
La Grainne Cafe
It had been a while since Luswin and I had some one on one time to kvetch about everyone else, so we met up at noon on Saturday at this French cafe in Chelsea. He was early and I was on time.
We each had a cup of coffee (mine with cream, his with skim milk) and shared a croissant aux amandes. He ordered an omelet and I had a bowl of muesli with fruit and yogurt.
We each had a cup of coffee (mine with cream, his with skim milk) and shared a croissant aux amandes. He ordered an omelet and I had a bowl of muesli with fruit and yogurt.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Today on the L Train
After the loud skater teens got off to terrorize Union Square, the hipster girl in horn rimmed glasses and day-glo hair sitting across from me turned to the guy in the OSU hat and asked him if the Buckeyes/Wolverines game was today. A lengthy discussion of OSU's football schedule ensued, followed by the disclosures that she is from Mayfield, Ohio and he from Dublin, Ohio. His friend sitting silently nearby was from St. Claire Shores, Michigan. I chimed in too, but they had never heard of Put-in-Bay and I effectively killed the conversation.
I momentarily missed the loud skater teens. The train felt very slow.
And then it finally arrived at 8th Avenue and we parted.
I momentarily missed the loud skater teens. The train felt very slow.
And then it finally arrived at 8th Avenue and we parted.
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Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Sunday, November 07, 2010
Chez Frank
With our extra hour from the end of daylight savings time, the Boy in the Checkered Shirt and I went to Frank's new place in Chelsea for brunch. Frank is subletting the apartment for the next year and it is lovely.
Amusing to me, it is a railroad apartment. Reminiscent of a trailer, these narrow floorplans dot the city. They can be difficult to decorate, cohabitate, and entertain in due to their flowing layout. In Bushwick they are the standard and a stumbling block to the neighborhood's gentrification.
But in Chelsea, Frank's place is stunning. Wood floors, intact molding, open doors, southern exposure, and ingeniously created closets plus the comfortable leather club chair made the afternoon a relaxing end to the weekend.
When we arrived he had French sandwiches, grapes and cantelope, mint tea, nuts, chips and hummus waiting for us.
We followed the meal with a walk down the High Line.
Amusing to me, it is a railroad apartment. Reminiscent of a trailer, these narrow floorplans dot the city. They can be difficult to decorate, cohabitate, and entertain in due to their flowing layout. In Bushwick they are the standard and a stumbling block to the neighborhood's gentrification.
But in Chelsea, Frank's place is stunning. Wood floors, intact molding, open doors, southern exposure, and ingeniously created closets plus the comfortable leather club chair made the afternoon a relaxing end to the weekend.
When we arrived he had French sandwiches, grapes and cantelope, mint tea, nuts, chips and hummus waiting for us.
We followed the meal with a walk down the High Line.
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