First up: My superior honey and I went to NYC this xmas. For two weeks we traded apartments with the adorable sister of a friend and her lovely husband. We got to hang out in their fab Brooklyn apartment, while they got stuck in the largest Vancouver snowstorm in recent memory.
Not to put too fine a point on it, they got this:
And we got this:
Bwaaa ha ha ha ha.
Needless to say, the trip was the best ever. We ate tons of great food, visited art museums, went to the opera, and walked a hell of a lot. We were in heaven.
Okay, first meal report:
The Oak Wine Bar, Williamsburg, Brooklyn
A cozy little wine bar perfectly providing comfort food to a couple of jetlagged, underslept and slight intimidated Canadians.
I was entirely too braindead and tired to even register the quality of their wine list. All I can tell you is that I was underwhelmed by their Chenin Blanc, and it was from South Africa. Their ribs, however, were perhaps the most delicious I've ever tasted:
And my honey was very happy with the almond chicken:
Were we awake? Perhaps not, but we were well fed and happy. And when we walked home afterwards in the dark, in big bad Brooklyn, we had imbibed enough comfort to be able to look around us and feel utterly at home, even under the Brooklyn Queens Expressway:
We admired the odd little buildings:
And the xmas lights:
And then we went home to our hosts' lovely apartment and pretended we were New Yorkers.
