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Sunday, 14 May 2017

5ive Spice


A restaurant with a number in its name, which serves a fusion of Vietnamese and Mexican food, should be a disaster. Somehow, 5ive Spice has achieved an impossible feat, and defies all expectations its name and concept provide.

We honored our suspicious instinct on our first few visits, and ordered the truly Vietnamese options i.e. the pho. The broth is elegantly spiced, meaty but not fatty, and so fragrant. When you take a spoonful, you feel its healing and comforting powers. Slurp up the noodles, chew the extremely generous portions of meat, and sprinkle on as much cilantro, basil, lime, and chiles as your tastebuds desire. Every bowl is huge, but you'll finish every last drop. That broth is too good to leave behind.

When you do trust this place enough to venture further afield on the menu, you'll have a revelation that these two cuisines can indeed be successfully combined. Tacos filled with lightly pickled veg and lemongrass grilled chicken are terrifyingly addictive; and grilled corn, it turns out, makes a great accompaniment to a bright rice vermicelli salad (pictured above).

No alcohol is served, and the prices are incredibly reasonable. You'll be heading back for another bowl of healing pho as soon as the next rainy day arrives.

5ive Spice, 52 5th Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11217.

Saturday, 13 May 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Stuffed full of food after a Monday night with friends.
2. Reading.
3. Vitamix-ing breakfast.
4. Father John Misty blew my mind.
5. I signed up for a marathon. Does this make me happy? I'm not sure. Scared? Yes. Nervously excited? Also yes.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. James Comey. Donald Trump. This is a good article.
2. Needing quiet, blueberries, and granola chunks: Ashley is as wise and wonderful as ever.
3. A week in the endlessly fun and fascinating life of salad-loving Julia Sherman.

Wednesday, 10 May 2017

Elsa




Should you spend the evening before a crazy fast 5k race drinking cocktails? Probably not. But Elsa had only just opened that Friday night, and we couldn't wait to go. So the race was allowed to fall down the priority list, as we made space in our lives for a couple of fantastic cocktails.

The original Alphabet City location of this bar closed in 2014. Those locals mourned it, but the locals of its newfound home are overjoyed with its re-opening. Sitting on Atlantic Avenue, half a block away from another top cocktail spot, The Long Island Bar, Elsa is already packed with thirsty locals at 6pm on a Friday.

A neon sign of an angry-looking woman sits in the window, and inside everything becomes rather glam. Crystal pendant lights, a polished brass bar, marble tables, flickering candles and beers poured through a vintage sewing machine. Quirky, cool, and the prettiest place to while away an evening.

The cocktail list is long, and demands some tough decisions. After faltering between an aged Negroni, a spiced tequila creation, or maybe even a gin & Pimm's summer sensation, we eventually settled on a Two French Sisters (vodka, St. Germain, lemon, orange bitters, Champagne) and a happy hour special Old Fashioned. And nuts. Obviously. We runners need snacks.


Do we need to tell you they were wonderful? It was hard to resist a second. But race-fueling beckoned, so the drinks had to wait for next time. And we're promised frozen rosé with watermelon in Elsa's patio in the summer months, so it won't be long before we return.

Elsa, 136 Atlantic Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11201.

Saturday, 29 April 2017

5 Things & 3 More

Sunset-Park-Spring-New-York

5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Lunches away from my desk.
2. Ticking off everything on my to-do list. I thought I wasn't going to make it, but I did.
3. Postcard from T.
4. Friday rosé.
5. Hilariously rainy morning runs.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. Take a peek into Devendra's home.
2. If you need me, I'll be seeking out New York's best cannoli.
3. Rhubarb passion margaritas? Count me in.

Happy weekend!

x

Friday, 28 April 2017

Ba Xuyên


Ever since I visited Vietnam, and then worked round the corner from London's Kêu, I have been obsessed with bánh mì.  Something about that crunchy on the outside, soft in the middle baguette, the rich, roasted meat, the tangy, lightly-pickled veggies, and the hot, hot chili has me oooh-ing and aaaah-ing after every bite.

New York Sunday afternoons are best spent exploring a far-flung neighborhood, hunting out a niche meal. We've done this with baklava, whiskey, fried chicken, barbecue, and, of course, dumplings, to name a few. Bánh mì was next on the list.

A sunny day on the top of Sunset Park has the most magnificent views of Manhattan. Once you've climbed to the top, soaked up the blue skies, the seemingly endless sprawling city, and given your legs a break, it's high time for lunch. Stroll down the other side of the hill, into the residential streets of Sunset Park, and keep winding until you arrive at Ba Xuyên.

Pick a bánh mì from the pictures at the front, and in anywhere between five and 20 minutes you'll have a giant sandwich in your hands. Crisp, crumbling baguette crust spills all over your lap when you bite into it. It gives way to the soft white bread, and underneath that, you'll find roughly chopped, deeply flavored meat, sweet, lightly pickled julienned veggies, bunches of fresh cilantro, and the occasional spicy chili pepper. It's rich, satisfying, and immensely craveable. The combination ingredients, and crazy affordable price, makes it well worth trekking to Sunset Park for your Sunday lunch.

Friday, 14 April 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Lunch at By Chloë. Twice.
2. Jazz night.
4. Breakfasts with T.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. If making my cocoa pops at home makes them acceptable breakfast material, I'm in.
2. A Brooklyn poem of many parts. As seen in our favorite ice cream spot. As gifted to me by T.
3. Watch Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's TEDx talk (if you haven't already) about feminism, and read the book. Or re-read the book drawn from it. It's worth reading. And re-reading.

Thursday, 13 April 2017

Lucali


Naming the best pizza in New York will lead to an argument. It's inevitable. I think even I have named at least three pizza restaurants the best in the city, and now I'm back to add a fourth to that list.

Lucali is famous for its wait, the occasional visits from Beyoncé, the fact that the owner and chef had never actually been to Italy when he opened this place, and, of course, its pizza.

Deep in Carroll Gardens, this restaurant is packed full of locals, Manhattanites who've journeyed here for the (maybe) best pizza in NYC, and a couple of in-the-know tourists, every night of the week. Get there early, and be prepared to disappear for a while to wait. On our first visit the wait was around four hours (I'm not exaggerating). The second, it was closer to two. So make sure you have a pre-dinner drinks option planned before you go. We're fans of August Laura, which is only a couple of blocks away.

You could also use this time to go and select your wine to drink with dinner. Lucali is entirely BYO. If you forget, you'll be having Pepsi. So don't do that.

When you do get inside, it's obvious why everyone is happy to spend so long waiting to walk over the guarded threshold. Tables are spaced out through the front half of the room. The back half is taken up by an expansive kitchen space. The lights are dimmed to that perfect this-is-romantic-but-I-can-still-see-you level, wood furniture adds a hint of traditional Italian trattoria, and everyone is talking, whispering, laughing, sipping, and eating slice after slice of pizza.

There's not really a menu. Someone will recite the toppings to you as they open your wine, and the rest is up to you. Select the toppings and the size of pizza. As a general rule, one large pizza between two fairly hungry people is ideal. I'll let you pick your own toppings. Our favorite has to be simply as it comes, topped with all the basil and garlic the kitchen has on hand.

Start pouring the wine, and sip away until your crisp, thin, sizzling pizza arrives on its pedestal. Fold each slice and eat. I guarantee you'll declare this to be the best pizza you've ever had in the city. It's probably true.

Lucali, 575 Henry Street, Brooklyn, NY 11231.

Saturday, 8 April 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. T arriving safely in Brooklyn.
2. Calaca. Maybe the best restaurant in New York ever.
3. Sunny commute.
4. Early morning sprinting.
5. Happy hour cocktails.


3 things to read this weekend:

1. Is spring here yet? Hurry up sunshine, I need to make these pretty cookies.
2. If you're in London, get yourself to Wilton's. You need to discover this magical, mystical place.
3. Have you listened to S-Town yet? What did you think? 

Happy weekend y'all!

X

Monday, 3 April 2017

Freek's Mill


Freek's Mill isn't the kind of restaurant you stumble across on a Friday evening. While an evening stroll through Gowanus may not have been top of my parents to-do list on their most recent visit, eating at Freek's Mill with them was top of mine.

Pass the disused cars, parking lots, and empty warehouses, and you'll find a glowing haven, with a beautiful logo painted on the side, sitting on the corner of this cobbled Brooklyn road. Inside, tables line the walls, a counter wraps round the front windows, a bar glimmers, and the sounds of an open kitchen travel through from the next room.

This restaurant isn't for the selfish. The menu of sharing plates has to be split amongst you all: the rich, deep flavors of each dish make a few mouthfuls of each perfect, but eating the entire serving of it alone would be a challenge. An umami-party like this one requires good friends, plenty of funky wine, and a couple of hours to really take in the wide range of dishes presented to you.


Tuscan kale with honey crisp apples, Marcona almonds, and Beechers cheddar. Yet another competitor for top kale salad. How are there quite so many spectacular kale salads in this city? It's amazing.


Charred radicchio with straciatella and candied walnuts. Sweet enough to absorb the leaves' bitter flavor, with the creamy fresh cheese bringing rich comfort.


Montauk scallop crudo with pickled persimmon, cilantro, and crème fraîche. Refreshing, zingy, sweet, creamy: balancing magic.


Roasted beets with chickpeas, speck, and soft boiled egg. The prettiest comfort food.


Octopus with peewee potatoes and chorizo vinaigrette. No chewiness on this giant octopus tentacle. Smoky potatoes and paprika-heavy vinaigrette bought a hint of Spain to the table. And alongside that we devoured Brussels sprouts with apple-maple butter and bacon. All sprouts should be eaten like this forever and ever.

Pappardelle with rabbit ragu, guanciale, and wild nettles felt a little strange sitting amongst the other heavily flavored dishes, but in itself was an example of perfect pasta. If you needed proof that the Freek's Mill team can cook, this is is.


We were warned when we ordered roasted pork jowl with smashed cucumbers, cashews, and cilantro, that the joy of this dish was in the fat. This fatty meat was tender, and, drenched in Szechuan-inspired flavors, it was beautifully more-ish. But yes, the joy was in the fat.


We found dessert round the corner at Ample Hills (because you can't be that close to ice cream heaven and not visit). The perfect food-filled Friday night. In Gowanus. Sometimes Brooklyn really does seem magical.

Freek's Mill, 285 Nevins Street, Brooklyn, NY 11217.

Saturday, 18 March 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Monday. Skiing, skiing, skiing. And eating waffles.
3. B's banana bread.
4. Devendra's dancing.
5. Crumble.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. Concrete that looks like cashmere. Future home dreams.
2. Loved this article on The Class. Screaming is sometimes necessary.

Happy weekend! 

x

Tuesday, 14 March 2017

Domenic's Pizzeria


Whether skiing burns the amount of calories I eat while in the mountains or not is irrelevant. When I spend the day out in -20°C, whizzing around the mountains for hours and hours, my daily diet is allowed to consist of bagels, hot chocolate, coffee, pasta, waffles, and pizza. 

These Vermont folk are hardier than us New Yorkers. Even in this Arctic weather they're out on the slopes, and are not complaining. Rather than spend their evenings hiding away in their homes by the fire, they're out at their favorite local restaurants. On a freezing cold Sunday evening, we stepped into Domenic's Pizzeria on Killington Road, and were told there was a twenty minute wait for a table. The best pizza in town is in high demand. 

We found two seats at the bar and thereby managed to skip the line. With a (large) glass of Mountain Merlot in hand, a maths test to decide whether two 12" pizza would be bigger than one 18" pizza done (the answer is one 18" by the way - it blew my mind too), the post-ski feasting began. 


A large Caesar salad came first - even skiers need to eat their greens - and the real skiing-fuel followed: an 18" pizza topped with ricotta (obviously), jalapeños, and pepperoni (B's choice). It was crisp, spicy, ginormous, messy, and honestly delicious. Two slices remained, and we were defeated. But don't worry: if you don't finish, there's no chance you're leaving it behind. Boxed up and handed to you, you'll be eating more pizza the next day, or maybe when you get home - we won't judge, moving around in this cold is hunger-inducing. 

If you do somehow have space for the S'mores Calzone after that pizza feast, I'm impressed. It looks amazing. Excessive, but amazing. But good luck trying to move from your seat after you've eaten that.

Domenic's Pizzeria, 2822 Killington Rd, Killington, VT 05751

Sunday, 12 March 2017

Julia's Raspberry Jam Breakfast Buns


Ever since B first made Julia Turshen's genius lasagna (which he discovered on Lottie + Doof), we knew we needed more of this woman's magic in our lives. Thankfully, since the end of January, Julia's cookbook, Small Victories, has been spending a lot of time in our kitchen.


My usual Saturday morning routine starts like this: wake up, drink tea, eat food, flick through cookbooks to decide what I need to bake and feast on this weekend. A couple of weeks ago, this process was cut short as I only had to get a few pages into Small Victories before I knew that raspberry jam buns with crème fraîche frosting were exactly what my Sunday morning would need.


This recipe isn't for the time short, but it is for everybody else. And if you're time short, try prioritizing raspberry buns over, say, sleep, and your day will be happier. Just a suggestion. Julia's beautiful and funny (so many bun puns) writing guides you through the process with ease and clarity: making yeasted, filled, swirling buns may seem complicated, but it's made oh so simple with her instructions and images.


Within 30 minutes of waking up on Sunday morning, sweet, almost caramelized, cushiony, freshly-baked buns were ours to devour. Runny crème fraîche frosting was thrown Jackson Pollock-style (Julia encourages you to embrace the mess here) on top, and then they were immediately torn into. One after another after another were eaten until we were so full that all we could do was lie down and drink coffee for the rest of the morning. A Sunday morning dream.

I can't encourage you enough to buy the book, but if you need buns faster than Amazon can deliver, you can find the recipe here.


Saturday, 4 March 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Crazy strong winds buffeting all New Yorkers around for a day.
2. Finally getting some frames and hanging up things on the wall.
3. Friday cocktails.
4. Running with many, many friends.
5. Pasta, pasta, pasta.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. Bourdain's life is endlessly fascinating.
3. Well, that's March sorted then.

Sunday, 26 February 2017

Hambleton Hall

Writing this blog post has been on my to-do list for two months. I don't normally put things off, but this I have. My first excuse was that writing and thinking about this afternoon made me too homesick. It still does, but now to a more manageable level. My second was that I wasn't sure my words could do justice to this incredibly special, beautifully British, almost magical (at least it seems that way as I remember it from my basement apartment in Brooklyn) place. But the time has finally come to share the amazing meal we had at Hambleton Hall in late December to celebrate papa's birthday.

Fancy outfits were dug out from the back of the cupboard (or the bottom of the suitcase if you're me and B). Grey skies and heavy mists hung in the air. An eerie, mysterious British winter day. Stepping into the comforting, welcoming, country house-style interior of Hambleton Hall is like walking into a warm hug. A fireplace flickers in the corner, a Christmas tree towers above you, someone reaches for your jackets and scarves, and before you know it you've been swept through the corridors into the lounge, you've settled into the plush sofas with a view looking out over the gardens, and a glass of Champagne is in your hand.


A tray of gougères and tapioca and squid ink crisps topped with the the prettiest treats then come flying towards you. If I could preserve this moment and live it for the rest of my life, I would be wonderfully happy.


But soon, after you've chosen from the menu, it's time to move. But don't worry, you're not going far. Take your seat, and admire the many, many wine glasses laid out in front of you. A selection of bread will be offered, and you have to make a tricky decision: choose just one. Freshly whipped butter topped with seaweed and sea salt is slathered on top. Wine is poured and the food circus begins...


Root vegetable terrine, which looks like a piece of art to start. Shavings of truffles and artichoke ice cream share the plate for an explosion of textures and deep, savory tastes.


The table then split in two, between those who eat foie gras and those who don't. For the foie gras people there was a tower of the rich, creamy pâté, with cubes of green apple, perfectly sliced blackberries, and dabs of zingy lime green jelly. For the non-foie-gras amongst us there was a hamhock terrine topped with chutney, and a colorful salad of crunchy vegetables and bright piccalilli.


Sea bass with charred fennel, watermelon, barely smashed peas, samphire, and a rich, deep, dark, sticky glaze turned the elegant fish into a hearty, comforting dish.


Venison with chocolate tortellini, cauliflower purée and kale divided our opinions. I adored the mini chocolate pasta pockets, and others really didn't. But something we could all agree on was how perfectly the meat was cooked.


Finally it was time for the my sweet-toothed ecstasy. The most beautiful fluffy, light, airy, prune and Armagnac soufflé. Once we'd carved out a hole in the middle we dropped in the ice cream and watched it seep into the pudding.


As if we hadn't eaten enough, we then returned to the sofas for coffee, fresh mint tea, and petits fours— accompanied by a few card games — before we finally left this haven and headed home.



Hambleton Hall, Hambleton, Oakham, Rutland, LE15 8TH

Saturday, 25 February 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

2. Racing over bridges.
3. Warm weather.
4. Handstands.
5. Post-work frozen margarita. Pretending it's summer in February is fun.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. I just finished reading Olivia Laing's 'The Lonely City', so I'm a little obsessed with Warhol. Reading this article about his death continued my fascination.
2. I would like to live the dream Upstate New York life.
3. Do you think my landlords would mind if I updated this apartment so it looked more like this?

Have a wonderful weekend!

x

Sunday, 19 February 2017

Gather


I seem to have fallen into a new, well-loved weekend routine: a long run followed by a slow, lazy brunch. I run faster with the knowledge that there's food and coffee waiting for me at the end, and the coffee and food tastes better thanks to the fast run. Plus, I feel like I'm living the lifestyle of someone who lives in a beautiful sun-drenched country, and not struggling through a long New York winter.

So after yesterday's sprints round the park, I met still-injured B in the heart of grown-up Park Slope at the beautifully light and bright café, Gather. White walls, huge glass windows, tiny round tables, the prettiest array of cakes and baked treats, the must-have Marzocco coffee machine, and a gathering of Park Slope locals - Gather is exactly what these lazy Sunday mornings are about. 


Two (generous-sized) flat whites were ordered (I told you, I'm spending most my days trying my hardest to replicate that Aussie lifestyle), with an avocado toast for me and egg, hash brown, and sausage hash for B. The avo toast took avo toast to a new level: packed full of cumin, chili flakes, citrus, sunflower seeds, and topped with a perfectly poached egg and fresh cilantro. It's time for everyone else to start upping their avo toast game. B's hash was meaty, salty, and exactly what B wants to eat for breakfast - preferably every day - and not just on the weekend.

We resisted buying a cookie to eat on the walk home, and instantly regretted it. The man next to us who was having a triple chocolate chip cookie alongside his avo toast for breakfast had made the best decision.

Gather, 341 7th Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11215.

Sunday, 12 February 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Warm sunshine shining on my face.
2. Snowflakes.
3. Adding kimchi to everything.
4. B's ragù and gnocchi.
5. Matthew E. White & Flo Morrissey making music magic.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. I would like to go to Bali right about now please.
2. Freya's stunning photos of Pakistan and her peaceful, reasoning words remind you that there is joy and beauty everywhere, you just have to take the right approach.
3. Let's take a fortnight and go and visit the chateaux in the Loire, shall we? Can you tell I'm desperate to travel?

Have a wonderful weekend. We're off to the snowy white slopes for the day!

X

Wednesday, 8 February 2017

LDN-NYC


Those of you who have been reading for a while, and those of you who know me for in person, are well aware of the fact that I'm not a native New Yorker. I moved here from London 18 months ago. While I was back in London over the summer, C & I were having a desperately overdue catch-up.  Over (one too many) cocktails at 69 Colebrooke Row, work rants were aired, life highs and lows caught up on, and a decision was made about what would make our lives better: working together. And so LDN-NYC was born.

Every week we'll share our favorite bits and pieces from London and New York, from our favorite brunch hang-outs, an upcoming exhibition you absolutely must not miss, to the cult new yoga class you have to take. Obviously C is covering the London side of the world, and I'm doing NYC. We'd love, love, love it if you could head over there and check it out (and do give us a follow on Instagram too)!

If you have anything you'd love us to cover, any thoughts on what you think we're missing, or if you want to introduce us to our new most-loved cocktail bar, do just drop me a line!

Happy reading!

X

Friday, 3 February 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Turmeric tea. All day, every day.
2. Snowflakes.
3. Midweek bathtime.
4. Chicken soup.
5. Finally watching Boyhood (I know, I'm slow).

3 things to read over the weekend:

1. I have no idea why anyone would run any of these races. No thank you.
2. Angelina Jolie's response to Trump's travel ban should be read. By everyone. Especially Trump.
3. I think I need these choux au craquelin. I think they would make life better.

Happy weekend!

X

Thursday, 2 February 2017

King


When two girls from London's River Café move to New York and open a restaurant with white washed walls and wicker chairs, you book a table for the next celebration opportunity. That celebration just so happened to be my birthday.

Going out in Manhattan is a rarity for us Brooklynites. Now that my office is also based in this outer borough, it's rare I even step foot on that little, chaotic, noisy island, let alone go out there in the evening. But, sometimes it's worth stepping over the Brooklyn Bridge to see what's happening amongst all the bright lights.

Serving seasonal, simple food, with influences from both Italy and Southern France, King's daily changing menu is one you can't help but love. The white brick walls and open, brass light-fittings make you feel like you're in London, the woven chairs and white tablecloths transport you to Paris, and then the diamond-wearing women around you and the beautiful linen shirts sported by the front of house remind you that, this evening, you really are in Manhattan. The space is simple, and understated, but the people, service, and food take it up to the next level. Much like The River Café itself.

The short menu is fresh and seasonal. We began with a beautiful, giant, rosemary, salt, and olive oil-coated carta di musica (see top photo), which was handed to us with our cocktails.


Panisse followed. These are essentially chickpea fries. The polenta-like batter is fried until every piece is super crisp on the outside, slightly soft in the middle, and is then coated in salt and sage. All drinks should be accompanied by these salty treats. Ricotta with shaved fennel came next. Creamy ricotta, crisp, herbal fennel, and a splash of bright olive oil transforms these simple ingredients into an elegant dish.


We fought over every strand of pappardelle with pork ragù. Thick strips of fresh al dente pasta with meaty, smushy (not a word, I know) sauce tangled between the pieces made us very happy. I persuaded B to have fish (it was my birthday after all), so we shared the most giant piece of skate. Charred and dark on the outside, the white flesh was almost delicate as it fell off its thick bones.  The greens tossed with mashed anchovies added salty, iron-rich flavors to this stunning fish.


A beautiful slice of walnut tart with a pot of thick cream then came flying towards us. These few bites of sweet, nutty filling, surrounded by the thinnest pastry, and doused in a puddle of cream made the most beautiful ending to a beautiful evening. It was worth the trip over to the other side of the bridge.

King, 18 King Street, New York, NY 10014.

Sunday, 29 January 2017

Milk Bar



My Instagram feed has me dreaming of life in Australia most days of the week. Beaches, sunshine, surfing, space, smiles, shorts, coffee, and endless plates of avocado toast with poached eggs seems to be the routine norm in that faraway, Trump-free land. Sadly, that typically resembles a total of 0% of my current life, but today my Australian dream was momentarily made a reality.

The sun shone, (yes it was -1˚C, but let's ignore that), I went for a blast round the park, and met injured, non-running B outside Milk Bar, which is a hop, skip and jump away from the Prospect Park's main entrance. After a 30-second wait the two seats in the window were ours. Water was poured, coffees ordered, and the "which eggs" debate began. 


We settled on plain eggs (two perfectly poached eggs) served on thick-crusted, soft in the middle sourdough, with extra avocado for good measure for me, and salmon eggs (similar but with the decadent addition of smoked salmon, pickled shallots, and fresh dill) for B. If you're looking for the perfect egg, come here. They have this Aussie-style brunch sorted. The granola with fruit and yogurt also looked beautiful, the pastries from Sullivan Street Bakery are, reportedly, buttery perfection, and next time I'll order a cappuccino with chocolate dusted on top. 

Milk Bar, 620 Vanderbilt Avenue, Brooklyn, NY 11238

Saturday, 21 January 2017

5 Things & 3 More


5 happy things from the last 5 days:

1. Weeknight yoga.
2. Racing up the Prospect Park hill.
3. B's cookies.
4. New trainers.
5. Lasagna.

3 things to read this weekend:

1. 50 pictures of the Obamas. In case you haven't cried enough about the state of the world this week.
2. Have you seen mine and C's new website? Have a read this weekend to discover our favorite things to eat, drink, see, and do in London & New York.
3. Turmeric is magic, you guys. Eat it now.

Have a beautiful weekend. Shout loudly, march proudly, and be yourself.

xx

Friday, 20 January 2017

B&H Kosher Dairy


Returning to New York life after a week away is alway a challenge. Especially when it's January and the temptation to coop up inside with endless cups of tea, a never-ending stream of Netflix, and a torrent of emails often overwhelms. But last weekend it was time to break out of that negative rut, and get out into this amazing city we're lucky enough to temporarily call home. It was time to throw ourselves back into the fun, inspiring, thought-provoking places, moments, and people you can find in the Big Apple. So, with that in mind, at 12pm last Saturday we cycled over Manhattan Bridge in search of some blintzes at B&H Kosher Dairy.

I must have walked past B&H multiple times without even turning to look inside. But when you do make it past the bright green exterior, you walk straight into an old New York movie scene. This 400 square foot space is filled with one bar down one side, and a few tables down the other. You have to turn sideways to fit down the gap in between. The kitchen is a cubby hole at the back, next to the bathroom. You order from the tables by shouting over the heads of the people at the bar. If you do sit at the bar, be prepared to act as go-between by passing plates of challah and cups of coffee to the people sitting behind you.


B&H opened in 1938, and, despite a short closure in 2015 due to the 2nd Avenue gas explosion, has been serving Jewish comfort food ever since. However, the Jewish immigrants it once catered for are long gone, the kosher certification has expired, and it is now managed by a Polish Catholic and an Egyptian Muslim. The fact that this story is true, and that this deli is still open and serving up classic Yiddish fare, is just one reason why New York is such a magical city.

So we ordered a taste of everything. Coffee of course. Home fries (potatoes mixed with onions, veggies and other goodness and cooked on the griddle) with two fried eggs; super sweet, crispy on the outside cheese blintzes; a mix of fried pierogis, as recommended by everybody there; plus the freshly made, fluffy challah schmeared with soft butter, which is passed to you with a cup of iced water almost as soon as you walk in.


It's places like B&H Dairy which really bring New York to life. That make living in this city like living your life in a Woody Allen movie. That mean that despite all its many, hard, intense challenges, you discover these shiny gems, and suddenly your faith in this place and its people are restored.

B&H Dairy, 127 2nd Avenue, New York, NY 10003
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