I actually had two NYC trips planned this summer, mostly because of my sheer love of the city, partly because I wanted to spend sufficient amounts of time with various friends.
This time around, I spent most of my time in Brooklyn. We started the day by getting our hipster on at the Smorgasburg, an outdoor food market in Williamsburg. I had delicious Vietnamese noodles, the same kind that later caused me great mental turmoil and anxiety after my friend, who is extremely allergic to peanuts, ordered and had some.
Said friend is ok, in case you are wondering.
I also had one of those trendy gourmet popsicles, the recipes of which have been flying around the food blogosphere all summer long. Mine was raspberry basil.
After lunch, we went to Coney Island, which was a rather high-thrill place to be. I got my adrenaline rushing at the combination roller coaster water splash ride, the highest elevation of which was probably 10-15 feet. As if that wasn't enough, we proceeded onto a wooden roller coaster, where I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched the handlebar while everyone else smiled and put up their hands for the photos.
At my request, on the way back, we made a detour to my motherland, otherwise known as Brighton Beach. I listened to spoken Russian and other Eastern European languages to my heart's delight, purchased some fresh sour cherries, walked barefoot in the sand, and dipped my feet into the water.
The second day in the city was uneventful, aside from the delicious brunch I had with my host at a tiny restaurant with a rather intimidating host/server.
This time around, I spent most of my time in Brooklyn. We started the day by getting our hipster on at the Smorgasburg, an outdoor food market in Williamsburg. I had delicious Vietnamese noodles, the same kind that later caused me great mental turmoil and anxiety after my friend, who is extremely allergic to peanuts, ordered and had some.
Said friend is ok, in case you are wondering.
I also had one of those trendy gourmet popsicles, the recipes of which have been flying around the food blogosphere all summer long. Mine was raspberry basil.
After lunch, we went to Coney Island, which was a rather high-thrill place to be. I got my adrenaline rushing at the combination roller coaster water splash ride, the highest elevation of which was probably 10-15 feet. As if that wasn't enough, we proceeded onto a wooden roller coaster, where I squeezed my eyes shut and clutched the handlebar while everyone else smiled and put up their hands for the photos.
At my request, on the way back, we made a detour to my motherland, otherwise known as Brighton Beach. I listened to spoken Russian and other Eastern European languages to my heart's delight, purchased some fresh sour cherries, walked barefoot in the sand, and dipped my feet into the water.
The second day in the city was uneventful, aside from the delicious brunch I had with my host at a tiny restaurant with a rather intimidating host/server.
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