New York in July – the everything else

We did a lot of walking during our 5 days in New York.  A lot.  But that is part of the reason why I enjoy the city so much.  Once you get away from the insanity in Midtown, it becomes an entirely different trip.

There was a bit of shopping – Husband had a spree in Uniqlo 5th Ave, and I spent an hour in Sephora 34th St which was BLISSFUL.  Window shopping was equally as fun, especially down in Greenwich and SoHo.I introduced Husband to Bleecker, although felt a little sad as I had just read a NYT article on how gentrification has devastated the street.  Bit of a downer.

4th July was fun though – a lot of residents had escaped the city to go to the beach, so there were some streets almost devoid of people.  It felt a bit like we had the place to ourselves.

A trip to the Too Cool for School shop ended in frustration as it was closed for the holiday but I felt a bit of deja vu whilst cutting down Jersey Street (above).  Just an average NYC alley, right?  And then I realised where I had seen it – it’s the street where Carrie got mugged.

I am a phenomenal dork.

From here, we wandered around Nolita, visited Le Labo and Grenson.  I was desperate to buy something but nothing grabbed me.  Loved the area though.

Walking around Brooklyn was fun as well, and we got to see Anish Kapoor Descension which made me feel really unnerved.

Just around the corner from the Skylight Diner (and from our hotel), we stumbled across a very polite protest against B&H Photo.  Always fun!

I don’t know when our next visit will be but we added some great standards to our New York routine.  We’ll definitely stay further south and explore more of Brooklyn.

And maybe take the subway a bit more so my feet aren’t left utterly broken.

New York in July – what we did

Having established that New York in July is hot hot hot, you’d be forgiven for thinking that being a very pale cold weather addict, I wouldn’t want to do very much.  In reality, we actually managed to pack loads into our short stay, and were out every night which is most unusual for our trips.  I very quickly gave up putting make up on as it just melted off, my feet are still broken, and I ruined a pair of shoes, but we powered through to have an amazing holiday.

What did we get up to, other than walking, shopping, and eating (which I’ll cover off later):

Saturday night – The Container Store
OK, OK, a bit of a slow start to our trip.  We landed at 2.30pm, raced through security onto the LIRR, and we were all checked in by 4.  Such an efficient start to the holiday!  We had assumed we wouldn’t have much time on our first night so hadn’t planned anything, but I knew I needed a Mint Mocha Frap from ‘my’ Starbucks so I took Husband over there first.  We then wandered down 6th Avenue, spent about an hour in The Container Store, before grabbing some dinner and getting back to the room.

Saturday night looking at bins and then getting caught in a rain storm – what an epic life.

Sunday night – John Oliver
The perfect way to end a day wandering around Midtown was watching John Oliver at the CBS Broadcast Center.  So amazing.

Monday afternoon – The Big Sick at the Alamo Drafthouse
This was our first trip to Brooklyn, and we didn’t get to see much but what we did see, we loved.  We took the East River ferry which was so easy, cheap, and fast.  Much more enjoyable that the subway.  We alighted at DUMBO and walked the mile or so to Fulton Street, which ordinarily would have been delightful but it was just so freaking hot so we didn’t really enjoy the walk.

Thank goodness for the air con at the Alamo Drafthouse.  I have been mildly obsessed with seeing The Big Sick for a while, mostly because I adore Kumail Nanjiani. Admittedly, we could have seen the film in Manhattan, but c’mon – it’s the Alamo Drafthouse!  Once we’d figured out how to order food, we had cocktails, a giant bowl of popcorn, warm pretzels.  The legendary service they offer was absolutely perfect and WHY CAN’T WE HAVE THIS IN THE UK?!?!?!

The film was pretty damn perfect as well.  I want to see it again!!

Monday night – 1984
I was a bit nervous to see this as reviews really laid it on thick with the warnings – people fainting, getting into fights, graphic torture.  Not really a fun evening.

I didn’t need to be worried – I found the entire thing boring and unnecessary.  Everyone else around me thought it was great though, so maybe it was just me.

Tuesday Morning – The High Line
I’ve been on the High Line three times now, and each time has been cold, windy, and featured dead wintery plants.  This was the first time that we’d been with the plants and trees in full bloom and it was glorious.  There’s still a bit of building works around it, and parts of it were incredibly busy, but I loved it as always.  Truly my favourite thing to do in New York.

We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around Greenwich Village and Soho which is my favourite area of Manhattan.  We did consider going to the Whitney but it was insanely busy (do New York galleries every have quiet periods?).

Tuesday night – Macy’s fireworks
We ummed and ahhed about what we’d do on 4th July.  I’d trawled the entire internet for a rooftop bar to watch the fireworks from but they were either sold out or ridiculously priced.  Everyone online said it would be an absolute nightmare to go down to the East River to watch, so up until the very last minute we weren’t going to bother.

I’m glad we did.  We filed up the on-ramp onto the closed FDR drive about an hour before the show and managed to get a spot right in the centre of the five barges loaded with fireworks, although some of the view was blocked by a couple of street signs – we were stood directly below a sign for exit 9.  There were thousands of people on the freeway if not more, but 95% of people were lovely and very respectful of everyone’s personal space.

The main problem was trying to get back to the hotel once the fireworks were over as we had to walk down the freeway to the next exit, which was 12 blocks away from where we wanted to be.  It took us about an hour, and my step count leapt to 34,000 steps for the day.  I was shattered.  No regrets at all though – the fireworks were very pretty, and it was a great experience.

Wednesday Morning – Intrepid Sea, Air, and Space Museum
I wasn’t particularly interested in visiting Intrepid but Husband has wanted to go for years so it was only fair that we visited.  My review – there weren’t enough seats and it was weird being on an aircraft carrier.

He really enjoyed it and I got doughnuts afterwards so that’s all that matters.

Up next – food!

You got spirit, yes you do!

PCC VM

Finally, the Prince Charles Cinema got ahold of the Veronica Mars Movie, so I of course jumped at the opportunity to see the film in my favourite cinema seat in the UK.  Tim was kind enough to come with me, despite the fact the poor lamb seemed exhausted, and I met him after work in Soho Square which is looking a bit grimy since the last time I was there.

We wandered into Soho to Honest Burger for some yummy honest burgers.  They’d kindly sorted out a table for us really quickly so there was no wait at all, which was pretty lucky as I was starving.  I was initially confused by not having a fork, but I went with it as I didn’t want to appear to be a nerd and dug in with my fingers.  Tim’s homemade lemonade looked delicious, and I regretted not having it but overall, I really enjoyed trying out somewhere I hadn’t been before.

Looking for something sweet, we stopped in to Scoop Gelato where I managed not to spill coffee and chocolate gelato down me and we continued our always random and obscure chat, which is what I’ve come to love from my Tim dates.

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I think this is the first time I’ve been to the Prince Charles Cinema without getting straight into pyjamas, and it felt a bit weird sitting without a blanket and a bag full of snacks to get me through the night, but we did manage to get our usual seats so I was happy.  The screening was part of the PCC’s Geek Out series (they’ve previously had Serenity) so there was a quick check to see if anyone was in fancy dress – I had briefly considered going as a dead Lilly Kane (not really) but no one else was playing.  Then a quick quiz, which I’m pretty sure we would have won if we’d taken part.

And then the film.  I have seen it a couple of times on Blu-Ray since my one and only cinema screening, coincidentally round the corner from the PCC, but I purposely haven’t watched it since booking these tickets.  It still made me laugh and jump in all the right places, but I only cried once this time.  Tim giggled at everything Dick Casablancas said, and I giggled when he failed to put his bum on the seat on the way back from the bathroom.  It was lovely seeing it at the PCC, and I hope this isn’t the last time I get to see it at the cinema.

In order to get our step counts up, we walked back from Leicester Square to Waterloo, through the groups of drunken morose England fans (HA!), and then I jumped onto the train waiting to take me back home.