It’s Saturday morning, and our last full day in NYC….tear. For breakfast we had planned on starting the day off right by walking through SOHO to Dominque Ansel’s bakery for the famous Cronuts. My God, just looking at pictures of Cronuts (come on, click on it. You know you want to see the deliciousness too) can make your mouth start watering like crazy. Just think of standing in the bakery smelling them, watching others eat them, and seeing them fresh on the rack. Well, then think about them running out just a few people before you. Ya, that happened to us. What a bummer, but we hit the street to find a good bagel. We ended up at Baz Bagels which was really cute and I went straight for the Baz Bagel which was complete with Nova Scotia lox, scallion cream cheese, and tomato on an everything bagel. It was perfect with a hot coffee to wash it down. After being fed, we made the rest of our journey towards the 9/11 Memorial and Museum. I have to say, out of everything we did in New York City, this was the favorite on the list. It made such an impact that it will be in its own post. That’s the only way we see appropriate.
Mmmm, Baz Bagel
So, that whole 9/11 Museum and Memorial experience ended up taking way more time than we allotted, which was fine by all means. We had planned on spending half of the day in Brooklyn, and even walking the bridge across. Those were great intentions, but we didn’t get out of the museum until 4PM, and had not even had lunch. So, we grabbed a cab and crossed the Brooklyn Bridge and headed straight to Jim Cramer’s Bar San Miguel. It was a great spot for
maybe first dinner of the day. The guacamole was awesome and the short rib
tacos were even better. Mere had the empanadas which were also outstanding. It
was a fun experience going to a restaurant owned by someone I watch almost on a
daily basis, but even better that the food was actually good. The only
disappointment was not having more time to spend in Brooklyn. Oh well, for
another trip, right?!
Bar San Miguel
Next up, we ride the subway back and wander around Little Italy. It didn’t take us long to find one of our favorite stores ever. A little background….my birthday is on Christmas day, and my wife and I both love the winter and the holiday. The store is called Christmas in Little Italy, and was 13,000 square feet of Xmas awesomeness! How are we going to fit all of this in our carryon luggage?! Luckily, we settled on just a couple cute ornaments that they even custom painted for us. One of my favorite nostalgic moments during the Christmas holiday is staring at the tree and looking at the older ornaments with years and names on them. They always stood out to me and I love getting to add some of our own to the small collection we have from other family members.
On Mere’s NYC to do list was a bar in Little Italy called Mullberry Project, which sounded perfect for a pre-dinner drink. Turns out that finding it on the internet was much easier than finding this subterranean speakeasy in person. It happens to be unmarked, and you just have to know where to find the red door. Once inside, the bar has an interesting street vibe mixed with swankiness. We had a tough tattooed Russian chick mixing up some craft cocktails, and an eyeful of street art to look at. I could have spent a bit longer there, but we had to keep moving. Our neighbor spent some years in NYC while going to college and recommended that we check out Rubirosa. Being a pizza place, we didn’t need any arm twisting. We split the Rubirosa Supreme and were very satisfied. This would turn out to be our last pizza in NYC, and we didn’t have a single one that disappointed. The restaurant was cramped (we got use to that during our trip to Paris), but still had an intimate and romantic vibe to it. We would also recommend it to anyone venturing through Little Italy.
Before getting on the subway, we made a pit stop at the SOHO Cigar Bar for a drink and to get out of the cold for a bit. This little bar provided us with our most funny trip moment, which in text form will never live up to the experience, but I must try. At some point during the pit stop, Mere attempted to use the ladies’ room. As she went to open the door, surprisingly to her (and most surprising to the occupant) is that the door had not been locked and she just exposed this poor women to the whole bar. The seated victim let out a scream, which only drew more “exposure” to her unfortunate situation. Mere promptly walked back to our table, sat down, and looked as if she had seen a ghost. The poor girl made it back to her table and her party left pretty shortly after. We let our waitress know about the incident, and she kind of blew it off saying that the lock on the door hasn’t really worked in a long time. Ha, maybe that could be looked into or addressed to the management. This now makes two trips in a row that Meredith has had a funny bathroom incident.
It was time to get on the subway and head back up towards the bars that my Grandparents use to frequent many decades ago. First up was Bill’s Gay Nineties, or what is now just Bill’s Food and Drink. While the owners have changed, much of the atmosphere remains the same. This building began as a residence in 1850 and went on to be a popular speakeasy in the 1920’s. The bar in the basement was dark and filled with relics from days past which could keep my attention for way too long. Before leaving, we walk up a couple of floors to check out some of the rooms. Just to be a little mysterious like the place itself, I will leave it at that. Try to check it out when in NYC. Our last stop of the night would be right across the street at the Monkey Bar. Check out the history if you are interested. This is just another unique New York bar that has a lot of history, and to our luck it was lifted out of disrepair back in 2009. It looks just as fancy as I pictured it being in eras past. While drinking my Scotch, I couldn’t help but picture my Grandparents there having the time of their life, or getting into mischief. It’s funny how I usually picture it in black and white, just as I see them in old pictures. Cheers to them!
Bill's Gay 90's
My Grandparents at Bill's Gay 90's. (Papa at left, Nana second from right)