Wednesday, November 6, 2013

NYC Strolls. I completely adore


Walking is the single best way to enjoy this island of infatuation, we never tire of her constant change from street to street and avenue to avenue.  Manhattan shines everywhere as does Brooklyn, the boogie down and okay, okay Queens.  I prefer to start downtown (always) so let's start in the fidi and head north from there.  

The financial district is near and dear to my heart and the seaport is my best friend who always yields a warm welcome.   When I go to the fidi, I prefer to start at the seaport and work from there.  The hidden gem of the seaport restaurant scene is a small Italian restaurant that's phenomenal.  Aqua is tucked on a peddle bricked street and hidden but if you crave a world class treat, this is it.  During the summer months it's fun to walk the seaport, duck into shops, tinker with toys, eat softies and drink beer.  When you walk the seaport you will enjoy what I call frontier freedom, the feeling that you have went back in time.  The Paris Cafe is still alive however, the blue eyed baby that was Carmine's Italian Seafood is closed.  Sad. 

The bikers can be annoying but the old fish markets and art sales will make up for it as this one of a kind scent is a pheromone sure to make you tingle.  After a short walk about at the seaport head to Stone street to peak at the old joints of a district built on business and relationships.

Stone Street (daytime) is all about the let loose approach, Ulysses' for a Bloody Mary and oysters followed by a car wreck bottomless brunch at Harry's.  Beer pong with Irish lads or tip cup with blonde bombers.  Tourist are lurking about, linked with real Newyorkers getting their fill.  If the weather is nice, you're in for some fun.  

Stone Street (Nighttime).  Wow what a difference the sunset makes.  Now you have the blue hairs, blue bloods, cocky coscksmen, dresses flowing and heels clapping.  The night life in the fidi is painful, really though.  Dinner scene isn't exclusive to stone street but cocktails are for sure; in my opinion.  The dudes at Vintrey are solid and the dead rabbit is classic brown whiskey drank made with love.  

This post is meant to be read as a series of strolls about our Burroughs that are sure to make your mind wander and heart race.  I love this city with all that I am and whom I want to become.  Walking is the best transit we have here, no doubt.   

Cheers,

AT