You should know that I mostly blog for myself. Yes, I'm glad that you are here – showing interest in our comings and goings from Farm Dover – but if I don't write about our travels, I have only the vaguest recollections, forgetting many of the details.
We are just back from a winter weekend getaway to visit Mary, Brian and Saltie in Brooklyn. It's a rainy Monday; no going out to poke around to see what might be coming up in the garden, so I thought I would spend a few minutes recording the details of our trip.
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| View for Mary's and Brian's loft in Red Hook |
First of all, it was great. Mary and Brian are such gracious hosts, always planning our days and nights full of fun, paced perfectly. This trip was no exception.
We arrived on Thursday afternoon, checking into a
charming Airbnb in South Slope, not terribly far from Mary's and Brian's Red Hook loft. We met up for a beer at
Sunny's Bar, a Red Hook institution, that was remarkably quiet on an early Thursday evening. Ed had recently read
Sunny's Nights: Lost and Found at a Bar on the edge of the World, a book given to him by Mary, and described as "an indelible portrait of what is quite possibly the greatest bar in the world – and the mercurial, magnificent man behind it." (It's also the setting for a movie that we recently watched:
Hearts Beat Loud, starring Nick Offerman.)
From there, we walked over to
Fort Defiance for dinner, a Red Hook neighborhood restaurant where we had dined previously for brunch. It's eclectic and delicious.
Brian had a business appointment on Friday morning up north of the city, so Mary met us at
Four and Twenty Blackbirds for coffee and a scone before boarding the R train for the Lower East Side and a long browse through the
Strand Book Store and its "18 miles of books." Then, with a bag full of books, it was on to
Katz's Delicatessen, the no-frills deli with theatrically cranky service serving mile-high sandwiches.
Pastrami on rye, with a side of slaw and pickles. And don't dare lose your yellow ticket or they won't let you leave (not sure what they would actually do to you, but I don't want to find out)!
We needed to walk off our lunch so we headed to
The New Museum of Contemporary Art for a look at four floors of some pretty spectacular paintings (especially those by Jordan Casteel). A final stop for the afternoon took us to the
Despana wine shop, where Ed acquired a bottle of orujo, a brandy from northern Spain.
After a nap back at our place, we met Mary, Brian and their friends: Alena and Matt and their one-month-old baby at
Folksbier Brauerei, a small Carroll Garden's brewery. We oohed and aahed over Baby Dom while she slept soundly against her dad's chest snug in her carrier.
Dinner that night was just down the street at
Frankies 457 Spuntino, a neighborhood Italian restaurant. One of the things I love most about dining with our kids is turning the ordering over to them. I've trained them well. We had a lovely dinner, ordered by Mary and Brian. This is the second time we have dined at Frankies and I'd be happy to come back any time we are in Brooklyn.
We spent Saturday morning at Mary's and Brian's loft, having pour-over coffee and sweets from
Baked and watching Saltie lie on her bed or stretch on the floor.
For lunch, we headed to the
East Wind Snack Shop for some amazing handcrafted Chinese dumplings. What a find. I could lunch here every day! The sun was out, but the wind was cold; nevertheless, we took a walk through nearby Propect Park after lunch. From there, we headed to Queens to take in the
Museum of Moving Images (film, television, and digital media). My favorite exhibit was the Jim Hanson exhibit, where I got to see all my Sesame Street friends.
Meanwhile, Ed got to catch up with Howdy Doody, a childhood favorite of his. He has this exact same doll packed away in the basement. I may need to go dig it out.
Pizza was the nomination for dinner on Saturday night; we walked over to
Pizza Moto and scored a table in the kitchen (marketed to us as a chef's table). It worked out great. We watched as five guys made dozens of thin-crusted Neapolitan pies, while eating three of our own.
Sunday morning we were up and out, meeting Mary for a chai and scone before church at
First Presbyterian Brooklyn. Attending church at this welcoming sanctuary is always a highlight of our Brooklyn visits. The music alone is worth the visit (but the sermon is also always inspiring).
We brunched at
Colonie NYC, sharing a pot of french press coffee and warm donuts served with lemon cream before ordering our entrees.
Just in case we got hungry on the flight home, Brian drove us to
Court Street Grocers to pick up a sandwich to go, and then we headed to the airport. Time to head home.
Thank you Mary. Thank you Brian. It was great.
