Aaand we’re into another month already.
Happy May Day!!
Here in Santa Barbara, where temperatures soared to over 90 this week, my roses are starting to develop a slight Blanche DuBois desperation about them. The poor things are simply not accustomed to this kind of heat, and let’s call a spade a spade, they’d sell their thorns and let a few petals slip for a long, lusty drink right about now.
Unfortunately, we remain on drought alert until the next rain comes (hint hint…HINT) and I must say, we’ve become quite inventive in our water saving strategies. Even left over tea kettle water goes into the flower boxes. Still no baths for this Blanche.
Meanwhile intense flooding, heavy winds and much worse in other parts of the country drives home the realisation that we’re still very blessed to live here in California, water rationing and all.
Not to mention this happened;
We came back from 0-3 losing streak against the San Jose Sharks to win last night and make the next round of the Stanley Cup playoffs. I’m fully cogniscent I’m breaking some cardinal rule of blogging by combining roses & hockey in one post, but that’s how I roll.
The finals are just too exciting! My husband maintains I am the worst hockey cheerer ever-that my rooting is far too specific (like I’m directing the placing of a sofa or painting or something) Whatever. I admit I don’t have all the terminology quite down, despite growing up in Canada and having a goalie brother-but I’m invested in the game, and that’s what counts right?!
In other news, I spent most of the week in NY visiting my older son. <3
Where it started out like this
and ended like this
I hadn’t been to NY for several months but have a long standing joke with HabituallyChic that every time I visit Manhattan it rains…you win Heather!
Actually, my trip started out like this; on the TV in the cab I took into the city
Who could ask for a crazier news crawl upon arrival in NY?!
(fyi-the woman had a swollen eye but was ok)
As usual, much walking was done.
A very good thing considering there was also a lot of this done as well;
Sardines & creme fraiche on toast at “Lafayette”
Duck & foie gras ‘boats’ at Japanese restaurant “Neta” on 6th Ave.
Santa Barbara sea urchin salad, also at “Neta”
Moules bathing in a buttery broth and extra crispy frites make for a cozy lunch at “Felix” in Soho
The entrance to the bar in the lobby of The Bowery Hotel, NYC
I stayed at The Bowery Hotel this time as I wanted to immerse myself in the ‘downtown experience’. Despite a couple of bad weather days it was fun exploring neighbourhoods I wasn’t overly familiar with-so many great little shops and restaurants. Dare I admit I never even went uptown at all my entire stay.
I’d book The Bowery again. It definitely has a certain, shall we say “patina” that uptown hotels either never possessed or have scoured off. Some travellers might not be looking for that, but I say it’s a fair trade for the buzzy atmosphere downstairs (great people watching in the bar), nice staff and a central location. The mini bar is stacked for Armageddon and the bathroom accoutrements are from ‘Bigelow’s’ Pharmacy. Lighting in the rooms is a little on the dim side but give me Edison bulbs a million times over the hideous spiral bulbs that are being used in most hotels now. My big tip would be to specify your room not be on a lower floor or facing the Bowery. The windows are still old building windows, if you get my drift. The architecture of the building staggers back as it rises so you not only get higher but deeper away from the street noise as you ascend.
The weather report in the lift at The Bowery
My favourite restaurant was almost right across the street at 5 Bleecker (between Bowery & Elizabeth)
So good we went there twice.
So good in fact, I’m almost afraid to share it, but that’s how much I love you!
is a tiny little Italian, inexpensive, no reservations, busy and noisy-really noisy- but omg-is the food delicious. These outrageous pillows of fried dough smeared with Stracchino cheese-fuggedaboudit. Did I mention we went twice?! The seafood pasta is divine.
Be forewarned-cash only and as I said, no reservations, but you can duck into the bar next door or across the street to the little gin joint and they will come get you when a table comes available.
Madam Geneva in Manhattan
While there, why not try a gin & jam for old time’s sake?
Who needs breakfast when you can drink jam for dinner?!
Cheers and a Happy, Sunny month of May to All!