“It’s so cold out right now, they’re saying we need to stay in doors”, Tiffany texted me last week, a warning message filled with obvious exaggeration. The next day it “felt like summer” and now snow is taking over the city and all of it’s inhabitants Instagram feed.
Does Tiffany update me about the weather in New York City every morning? Yes, she does but it’s only in the lead up to my arrival come end of March.
It won’t be hot and sweaty like last August, when I took the photos below. It will be cold, grey and wet – like January 2014 when I swear I got frostbite on my big toes.
But I’ll seriously take New York City anyway I can get it.
Are you into scrambled eggs with parmesan and prosciutto? Who’s not!
Or maybe Belgium waffles topped with berries is more your thing? Waffles with fried eggs and bacon is mine!
Maybe you’re one of those people (my sister) who prefers to have a warm, freshly baked croissant served with cream, jam and butter before all meals?
Well, you can have all of the above and more at Buvette, which is why I’m going straight there when I land at JFK in exactly 21 days.
Buvette is the place I’ve been raving about since I was there last. The place that is so simple and oh so goddam special at the same time. The place with the dreamiest courtyard, delicious coffee and friendly staff. The place that offers small plates because you don’t need much of their food to feel completely satisfied. It’s a place that oozes romance; like you can dream up anything in the entire world and accomplish it.
It makes your feel like you could maybe, one day, write a novel as seductive as Sweetbitter.
And don’t even get me started on their branding. The box of matches I took during my last visit now have a permanent spot on my desk. It is not to be touched or used by anyone. EVER.
I will be back soon, Buvette, and this time I’m coming for your dinner and your wine.
42 Grove Street, NYC (West Village)
New York City’s Sadelle’s is not your regular bagel joint. It is a well oiled machine operated by the folks at Major Food Group (guys behind Carbone, Santina, and a number of NYC favorites).
I repeat: this is not a place you just walk into because you’re hungover and need to fill your belly with dough. It is a place that requires the extra effort of checking your bank account ahead of time and making a reservation (as my sister did, that smart cookie!) or, alternatively, it is a place that offers a 30+ minute wait.
It was not the most educational museum I’ve ever been to but it was the yummiest! And that’s all that matters to me, anyway. You’ve seen Museum of Ice Cream on Instagram, I’m sure. Usher has popped in, Ariana Grande too. Even Seth Rogan made an appearance.
The Museum of Ice Cream is a seriously photogenic ice-cream centric experience full of props and backgrounds ready to make you the star of any photo. The first New York City based instalment of the pop-up museum has come to an end but it will certainly be back and I want you to be ready.
Here’s a shot list to keep in mind: