When we woke up on Sunday Justin was already gone, Josh and I both slept through his departure. Now, Sunday was meant to be all about Coney Island, but the weather was looking less than perfect for a day of riding rollercoasters and eating junk food so we made a new plan.
This plan involved getting to the West Village for brunch, which given subway issues wasn’t easy, but it was achievable. We found a café on Cornelia Street, simply named Cornelia Street Café with a pre fixe brunch menu. So we sat and had a leisurely brunch of chocolate bread, blueberry muffin, tea/coffee, mimosas and eggs Florentine (for me) and an omelette for Joshie. It was so enjoyable. I love breakfast so much!
I popped into an American Apparel store to look for a dress I already own in a different colour, I found it in green, but when we went to leave we found that it was absolutely pouring with rain. We were trapped in American Apparel for about 20 minutes… Josh was slowly going crazy. Finally is slowed down a little and we made a dash from awning to awning for about 5 blocks before we hit Broadway and Crate & Barrel.
Josh and I explored the furniture department for ages and picked our favourite pieces. We then continued on a retail tour of Broadway, ducking into shops when the weather worsened. I looked a bit of a tragic, rain-soaked mess, but at least I wasn’t wearing a poncho.
Our day carried on much the same as that. We went to Herald Square and Macy’s (which is pretty average) and walked to Times Square where we explored the massive Toys R Us (which is super fun) and then on to have some dinner.
Now, dinner was somewhat special. We had dinner at Ellen’s Stardust Diner (which features in The Battery’s Down); it’s a classic 1950s style American diner and the staff sing. Not just shows at 7 and 10pm, it’s a constant stream of entertainment. And they sing everything from Katie Perry to Frank Sinatra to Javert’s Suicide from Les Mis. We stayed there for a good 2 hours, maybe more eating our diner food, enjoying the interactive entertainment, and soaking up the atmosphere. The place was full of people. The food is expensive, but the experience makes it worth the cost.
Dragging ourselves away during a particularly rousing rendition of Disco Inferno we went in search of somewhere to sit and have a few (cheaper) drinks. The next 4-5 hours belong to an Irish pub, some beer, and Sean the Irish singer (who threw in a rendition of The Wild Colonial Boy just for us). A day that looked like going nowhere ended up being massive, we made it home at about half past three this morning…
Which is why I’ll tell you about today in this blog as well… We slept in (and in and in and in), dragged ourselves to the West Village for Mexican food from Tortilla Flats (the sparkliest Mexican restaurant in the world, I’m sure). It’s almost entirely lit by fairy lights, glittery streamers hang from the ceiling, and lots of pictures of faces are printed onto paper and coloured in with even more glitter. It was kind of awesome. And the burrito was so incredible, just what we needed!
We walked away, past a model on a photo shoot, and up along The High Line, which is like something you might see in Brisbane. It’s a pedestrian overpass that winds through the arches of buildings past an excellent collection of architecture (old and new) and all landscaped. It’s pretty cool, but as we walked along it was like autumn came suddenly and with full fervour. The wind buffeted and the drizzle started… All of a sudden my jeans and t-shirt weren’t enough to keep me warm.
Joshie stayed out to play and I headed home to the warmth where I’ve been for the last few hours, writing, enjoying the warmth of the red couch, and listening to the premature autumn winds outside.
Thinking about home and the future… With love, Jules xx
PS. Joshie came home.
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