Wednesday, July 21, 2010

Manhattan Is for Fun Lovers; NY Part Dos

I didn't go into Manhattan to necessarily escape Mama Luz and them. I had planned the excursion for months. And BFF Betsy was coming in from NoCal to meet me in the city for the three days since she had to visit friends in Boston also; she turned it into an east coast tour.

The point of the Manhattan leg of the trip was to have the most fun possible in a short amount of time. That and eat, which is super fun too, right? And Betsy is the person with whom to do all of the above. I planned meticulously -- kind of embarrassingly so -- which wasn't really to feed into some Virgo Planning Sickness I have, but it was really fueled by my addiction to efficiency. If my work and busy life need to be efficient to run smoothly with the least amount of stress then why shouldn't I approach the fun parts in the same way? I appreciate a Go With The Flow approach, but I tend to meander and get distracted by the Flow, losing opportunities I wish I would have taken advantage of. Believe me, I scheduled some Go With The Flow time within the plan. Mmhmm, judge all you want. So, how could I have the most amount of fun in NY? First, invite Betsy. Then, research bars and restaurants, make reservations. Lastly, locate myself in the center of fun, which to me is the LES, the lower eastside.

We stayed at the E. Houston Hotel. It was reasonably priced with TINY rooms (who needs much room anyway?), but it was very clean and simply, chicly decorated. Mainly, it was in the most perfect location. Almost everything I planned was in walking distance. The action was so thick on the street; bars, restaurants, parks, Whole Foods two blocks down just in case I needed a comforting center point; WF is like a pacifier for me in a far-off city. The hotel was across the street from some busy handball courts. I loved waking up to the thwack of the ball. It went on all day. We checked out the court action a few times.

Watching the women hold it down.View from the hotel roof top.While waiting for Betsy's plane to come in, I ate at one of my regular fav's Wild Ginger in Little Italy. I saved her my leftovers of black pepper seitan and the pineapple fried rice made with tofu scrambled bits, pinenuts, goji berries, pineapple and avocado. It's a type of dish that makes you want to violently kick something, it's so good.That night we had dinner rezzies at Counter Organic Restaurant on First Ave. The portobello sliders were to-die, but mainly we were excited about going to the mysterious bar Milk & Honey later, after dinner. M&H is this sort of exclusive speak easy where you need a reservation and practically a secret handshake to get in. The place is not detectable from the street. Ssshhh, very secret, this place. Here I am getting buzzed in. The place was cool, but not really our speed. It was dark and quiet and did not promote any kind of interaction with anyone else, which is the thing B & I like best about a bar. We love to yell things like, "Hey! What are you drinking??" The place was not as pretentious as I thought it would be; the staff was super nice and the drinks were out of this world. They have a list of House Rules and the thought of that made me roll my eyes, until I read the first rule: "1. No name-dropping, no star fucking." Wha? Gotta love that. There is no drink menu. They ask you what spirits you like and what flavors you'd prefer. Mine: Aged Rum. No dairy, no eggs, no bacon -- hey, bacon is the flavor of the minute so you never know. And I got an Aged Rum Lime Daiquiri with shaved mint. YUUUMMM. Betsy: Tequila and ginger. She got a sort of tequila, fresh ginger juice collins with club soda and topped with candied ginger. YUUUUMMMM. After one drink we jetted though. Enough of the dark and quiet. It was after midnight and we walked back to the hotel, talking nonstop, and thrilled to be in the bustle and brightness of the city.

The next day, we took it to the streets and tooled around, going into the million unique and genuinely interesting shops in the LES, from updated men's tailors and milliners who made hats by hand, coffee shops that roasted beans onsite to custom skateboard shops to top of the line thrift boutiques and a revolutionary bookstore. Every effing store was beautiful and interesting and artful. Damn. Like, you want to hate a place for being so spontaneously, rocketously hip & popular, but goddamn if it wasn't worth the hype. I'm LES hook, line and sinker, baby. Anyway, scenes from the street:
This was on the wall of a shop, along with a few others yarned-up bikes. I was kinda shaking when I took the picture 'cause I wanted it so badly!This is from the day before in SoHo, but love the pic.Of course, we had to get over to BabyCakes, vegan bakery, where we ate cinnamon bread and jammed biscuits. Delish!We stumbled into a Brazilian-Cuban spot with a beautiful staff and watched the Ghana-Uruguay soccer match and ate the perfect meal of black beans, coconut rice and platanos at the bar. We cheered and yelled with all the other patrons. Fun! (And this was on my Go With the Flow list; for Betsy too because at first she didn't want to watch any World Cup, but this was a ton of fun even as the game went into double overtime and then a shoot out. Another round of drinks please!) After, strolling through Washington Square Park, we accidentally watched Curb Your Enthusiasm being filmed. We saw Larry David and Wanda Sykes and them. Betsy pretended to take a picture of me to stealthily get Jeff Green! haha.We then booked it back to the Village to meet Shannon for drinks. Shannon is Betsy's husband's son, but he's only about 10 years younger than us. He's great company and a lot of fun and lives in NYC. We met at Cuba and drank unbelievable mojitos with sticks of sugar cane to chew and swirl the drinks around. Too good. A singer, conguero and keyboardist set up in the corner and a man began to hand roll cigars in the other corner. I was feeling the drinks and the buzzing, crowded spot and the liveliness on the little street outside throbbing with bicycles and pedestrians and early-evening light bouncing off awnings and apartment steps.

But on to the next place! One of the places that I was most excited about going to was Mehanata, the Bulgarian gypsy bar on Ludlow. It sounded so fun. And know what? It was! Firstly, Lauren met us there. Hooray for the wonderful Lauren!Betsy, Shannon and I had parked ourselves at a little table near the stage around 10pm. The place was totally empty at that point, but we didn't care. Then Lauren walked in, and we absorbed her into our table, talked like we've always known each other (because we have, kinda) and it was an insta mini party. The table next to us had ordered a hookah and we were like, we want that too, with the mango tobacco please.
Like this?

Naw, like this. Smoke it out, Shannon.
The place started to fill up and we downed homemade vodka apple cider ladled from a big glass jar that sat on the bar. Diced apples floated to the top. Then we met this guy, Wiki, who was just standing around the tables observing the scene. You'd think he thought he was cool wearing douchie shades in a club/bar, but when I looked down, I noticed he was wearing these sort of jean culottes with white tube socks and I thought, He's not a douche, he just weird. "Join the party, Wiki!" Wikki wikki wikki I said all night, like the 80's song Jam On It? Btw, Jam On It was an anthem for Betsy and me in 1984. We never did get Wiki to take off his sunglasses though through different stages of drunkeness, we tried hard. He pulled them down his nose one time on the dance floor. We considered it a victory. Wikki, wikki, wikki.After we pulled Wiki into the fold, we watched a six-foot tall dreadlocked white girl walk in wearing a fedora. She stood alone by the bar and stared toward the stage. Betsy yelled at me to ask her over. I said, "Come over and try the hookah!" And she said, "Ok!" I said, "Hey! Lauren is six foot also!" And that's how we pulled beautiful Michelle in too, who, even more radly, was a forest fire fighter from Canada. Then it was kind of on. The place got packed and we drank more and more apple cider wudka!The band appeared on the step-up stage and started in with some gypsy swing. Much to my dismay, there was no accordian, but we managed to channel our inner gypies anyway.Man, we had a great time. We trotted back to the hotel, through still-packed streets, at 3am.

The next morning, Betsy & I tried to pretend we weren't so trashed and went over to Teany for breakfast. Then we took the subway up to Central Park to ride bicyles. Renting the bikes was sort of a hilarious transaction with a group of Russian hustlers. $20 for two hours and they didn't seem too concerned about the getting the bikes back. The tires were a little deflated and let's just say there was duct tape wrapped around near my rear derailler. Off we went! The day was perfection. Classic Central Park crowd, tourists and locals sprawled throughout the park, intent on thoroughly enjoying themselves. It wasn't hard.



That night was going to be our big, fine dining night. We went to Pure Food and Wine, the gourmet, raw phenomena near Union Square. We couldn't wait to eat here. We were seated closely to two women dining together and we talked to them a little about what they were eating. They asked us if we were going to order the tasting menu offered and after considering the menu I said, "Knowing us, we'll order a ton of plates and create our own big-ass tasting menu." They laughed like I was joking, but after we ordered a salad to split, two appetizers, two entrees and two desserts, they realized we weren't kidding. We don't mess around. Simply, the food here is so outrageously good, we mmm'ed and ooo'ed loudly with every bite.

Here's the desciption of my Zucchini Lasagna: basil pistachio pesto, sun-dried tomato sauce, macadamia pumpkin seed ricotta. Come on!Betsy had the Sweet Corn and Cashew Tamales with Chili Spiced Portabella with salsa verde, cashew coconut sour cream, avocado, raw cacao mole. Delicious. Here was my dessert: Strawberry Shortcake with pistachio gelato, orange blossom caramel. Unreal. I was so happy with the whole experience.On to the next place! After dinner, we went just over the Brooklyn Bridge to DanceSport Manhattan, the biggest annual ballroom dance competition in NYC. Titi Jennifer's husband was a judge and they gave Betsy and I seats around the dance floor! Yay, Titi.I was so excited to see the Latin dancing, but quite honestly when Katusha Demidova, the world champion (world!) of the waltz and the like, danced we were awed. I got goosebumps watching her glide around the floor. I couldn't get any good pictures because of the movement and my shitty camera, but really when she danced, we just stared, slack-jawed. So beautiful.The next morning we ate at Teany again and then Betsy got on a train to Boston and I got on a train back to Mama Luz's house for the party. So, see? Jammed-packed, serious and planned fun, all in three days. Thanks Cuz for such a great time. Seriously, it was the best.

I took Maya and Mina to the city the day after Mama Luz's party, but I'll save that post for Part 3.

18 comments:

DJ said...

Looks awesome - so much fun in so little time!

Melinda said...

I love this post so much I want to violently kick something.

Double jealous of the Madness-Lauren rendezvous.

Lauren said...

Wikkiiiiiii! You forgot to mention: DON'T TOUCH HIS HAIR. Ya know, should anyone ever come across him in a Gypsy bar somewhere.

I highly endorse evenings with Madness and Betsy. Especially when Gypsy bands, free-flowing apple cider wodka, and dreadlocked Canadian firefighters are involved.

The rest of your post made me jealous, which is whack since I live here and could theoretically do any of those things whenever I want. But it's soooo easy to get wrapped up in your tiny world and forget that amazing, new experiences are literally at your doorstep here. Obviously, I'm due for a weekend of playing tourist.

Maven said...

This whole thing looks DELICIOUS. I'm glad you had such an amazing time.

PixieLyn said...

Ok I'm standing and clapping wildly.
You just got a standing OVATION from me for your magnificent vacation episode!! What marvelous use of time!!
And what great blog writing! I so cannot wait for part 3!
I felt like a stalker, clicking on my favorites list 20 times a day.
Thank you Madness!!
-Lyn

Betsy Kimmel said...

Haaaa, Haaaaa!!!! Best time ever! I'm so glad you've written it all down for the history books (and for my shitty memory!). Your planning was perfect--thanks for all the hook-ups!!!
Hi Lauren!!! Let's do it again soon! Or, you could come to SF and Dani can meet us up here. Michelle says she's coming to Cali in the fall. Party on!

Lauren said...

Totally, next time we party on your coast! I love me some San Fran.

That's so fantastic that you've kept in touch with Michelle!

Marigoldie said...

Bahhhhh...dying of jealousy! And feeling a lot better about how hungover I was when hiking with you in LA. Y'all got down! Super fun times and great pics.

madness rivera said...

Party on in SF! I'm down . . .

Lauren, I forgot about Wiki's hair. haha. Though I think that was more your quest. I was just telling Betsy that I was pretty hammered from the apple cider -- whoa. That and the fact that I never really drink, but we had been drinking all day. Post-post I remembered that I had nearly busted my ass hard on the stairs at the gypsy spot. Remember? hahaha Even tipsy there was no way in hell I was going down completely. eesh.

Lauren said...

I forgot about the stairs, haaa. I mean, it's "haaa" because you didn't ACTUALLY bust your ass. And if you had it would've been my fault. Ack.

I was glad to read that you guys had to fight through the first half of your Saturday because... let's just say I have definitely felt better than I felt that next morning. Jesus. It was worth it though!

michelle v. said...

LOVE love love times infinity!!!!!!

(My verification word is 'punthug.' I love this post so much I want to violently punthug something!)

lagata said...

Wow! What a trip! I need you as my vacation planner! :o)

NOLA said...

That sounds amazing!! And seriously makes me want to consider moving to NYC, LES of course.

PixieLyn said...

AND P.S. The bestest ever part (and I've reread this just for the pictures 3 times is the yarn bikes!!) That is my favorite picture. Reminds me of the fantastic thread earrings you see people make downtown...... Or Dream Catchers. Do you know the origin or meaning?

-Pxie Lyn

Poundpapi said...

This trip sounds cray-mazing.

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So much fun in so little time!

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