Today I ate well. Maybe, too well. Oh well.
It started with a baguette and cafe au lait from my local saving grace, Almondine. That so-totally-French owner is not one for warm and fuzzies, but holy pastry chef, can he bake bread. With a few slices of creamy brie, my delicious day went off with a bang.
After all the ice cream buzz dripping its way around the food blogs (ahem), I couldn’t help but share a “Candy Center Crunch” with my mom in Washington Square Park as we grazed around town. We sat on a bench, listened to a hot, potentially homeless, saxophonist and took turns on the Good Humor. Pure pleasure.
A few hours later, in the West Village, we landed at Westville, for more shared grub…a beautiful arugula ‘n parmesan salad, with a smoked mac ‘n cheese casserole and a homemade mountain of warm apple pie. (She wanted blueberry, I wanted rhubarb — apple was our happy medium.) Heyyy to our waitress, the sociology major with the great skin, if you’re reading!
Now instead of spinning for miles, all I want to do is walk to Mile End and get a smoked meat sandwich. It’s just one of those days, and I’m going with it. Later.
