When I left off I had just finished reliving the AMAZING dinner we had in Manhattan in September. Dinner was followed by a bar called Joshua Tree, which is so much fun! They play mostly 80’s and 90’s music complete with the music videos shown on big screens. It’s impossible not to sing along🙂. After a subway ride back to Brooklyn and one more round in my brother’s neighborhood we needed a snack– enter the New York slice.
Mmm… the buffalo chicken and pepperoni slices were for the boys, and I had the cheese slice in the back.
We slept in a bit the next morning, then eventually got ourselves out of the apartment to go to Sunday brunch (another New York tradition!). The first place we tried had a line out the door, so we hit up a second option, a cute French cafe (I forget the name!). We enjoyed mimosas and coffee while waiting for our food (which took an eternity– we think the waitress forgot to put our food order in at first). Luckily the food was excellent.
I loved my Mediterranean eggs, baked in tomato sauce with capers and goat cheese on top. Nicely salty and creamy all at once. I also had a bite of my brother’s French toast, which was so flaky and sweet it was almost more like a pastry than bread.
After brunch we took a walk to Prospect Park. I suppose I should mention that day happened to be the 10 year anniversary of 9/11. It was an emotional day for us to be in New York, but walking around in Brooklyn it was easy to forget it wasn’t just another Sunday. The day was warm and the park was packed with people picnicking and spending time with their families, just as the cafes had been crowded with people at brunch time. Life moves on and the rhythm of the city is unstoppable, which was proven beyond a doubt on that tragic day ten years earlier.
The last thing we did before saying good-bye to Brooklyn was visiting the small farmer’s market set up on one street. I got some apples grown in New York state and a fresh chocolate chip cookie for the road, and then I noticed J standing by this table:
The word “raaka” means “raw” in Finnish, so naturally J was surprised to see it in the middle of a farmer’s market in Brooklyn. The proprietor explained to us that he had indeed chosen the Finnish word as the name for his company because the cocoa beans he uses are unroasted, so that the end product is as unprocessed as possible (“virgin” chocolate). Since I loved the fact that he gave his company a Finnish name, I bought a bag of cacao nibs from him.
And then it was time to take the subway and bus back to New Jersey (where we’d left our rental car). While it was sad to end a great weekend in an incomparable city, we also had something to look forward to… visiting my sister in Philly!