somewhere in the west village

I knew he wasn’t the right guy. He was just a boy. Sitting on the stool next to me, listening quietly as I mostly charmed myself. He wasn’t the right guy. But the way his tattoo peeked out from below his sleeve made me think:

I. want. to. go. there.

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Her sentences were icebergs, with just the tip of her thought coming out of her mouth, and the rest kept up in her head, which I was starting to think was more and more beautiful the longer I looked at her. | Gregory Galloway  

WHERE TO EAT IN NYC | brunch at buttermilk channel

It took me a long time to come to terms with the fact that BRUNCH IS A THING here in New York. I've never been a big breakfast food person, so I was slow to the party. But after nine years here (oh, my, good. lord) I came round. And now I'm finally coming to terms with the fact that I mostly always want the sweet stuff--french toast, pancakes, and the like--and if that's what I really want, then I should just go ahead and get it. 

Buttermilk Channel is one of my absolute favorite places to go. I've gone more times than I should probably admit. It's a go-to for everything from dates to my mother visiting town. When I'm there for dinner I am helpless against the charms of the cheese plate, the jalepeno cornbread, and the ribs. 

This snow-bound weekend I gave their brunch a go...and oh.my.it.was.just... so good. 

I got the pecan pie french toast with a side of sausage (balancing savory and sweet is the first rule of brunch) and then dipped in several times to the eggs across the table. 

This is all to say...when in New York (well, Brooklyn, actually) and out to brunch, Buttermilk Channel may just be my new favorite place. ever. Ever, ever. 

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Green-Wood in shades of white and blue.

When I lived way up north in Manhattan visiting Fort Tryon Park after a snowstorm was one of my absolute favorite things to do. This go round, knowing that Fort Tryon was on the other end of a subway ride I didn't want to take, I thought, what is the Brooklyn equivalent? Where can I go that the snow will still be untouched and lovely and the world, draped in all that white, will breathe differently?

So off to Green-Wood Cemetery I trudged. And catching it as the blue hour fell was quite the sight for my weary eyes.

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