I ate too much this weekend.
Thursday = Thanksgiving Breakfast/Lunch/Dinner
Friday = Lunch at Spotted Pig, Dinner at Blue Ribbon…with donuts as an afternoon snack…and dessert at Pinisi…followed by Thanksgiving dinner leftovers as a midnight snack
Saturday = Lunch at Tiny’s, the whole damn cookie at Levain, Dinner at Taim, ice cream at cookies at home
Sunday = Lunch at Yoghurt Place, coffee at tea at Grounded, Fat Witch brownies, Dinner at Tiny’s, ice cream, dark chocolate covered pretzels, and ice cream for dessert…
(looks down at tummy)
I can still see my toes!
I’m super excited to put up the Thanksgiving weekend posts, but I’m going do the posts backwards, starting from today (Sunday). All our guests with the exception of Steph left on Saturday, so today was reserved for Shann, Steph, and Kathy bonding! It’s great having a large group of friends visit for the holiday, but it does get extremely hectic and somewhat nerve-wracking at times.
I’m more of a small group type of girl, it’s less crazy and noisy and you have more opportunities to catch-up on missed time with close friends. Which is why today was a good day. It was a very good day in fact, one of the best I’ve had in a while
We started off the late morning with a snack on Sullivan Street. Shann and Steph enjoyed slices of the pizza zucchini over at Grandaisy while I went next door to Yoghurt Place in search of something cooold, sweet and creamy.
I’m a sucker for greek yogurt, and have a unbashful longstanding affair with Fage yogurt products. But after a taste from the Yoghurt Place this morning, I feel like a complete idiot. I’ve been missing out! For the last three years I’ve been eating Fage, regarding it as the gold standard for greek yogurt. But how wrong I’ve been! Oh dear…
Look here. It’s quite pretty you see? But the visual satisfaction is only a bare skim, a brief tease as to how delicious this is. Okay, so think like normal yogurt…only with thick, thick, thick. LIKE THICK to the point of whipped butter! Pure white in colour, the texture of the yogurt bears uncanny resemblance to whipped butter and nothing else. Tangy, with a lovely mouthfeel, rich and just barely sweet. It’s deceivingly filling. I choose to have the yoghurt topped with stewed apricots in honey, a dash of sliced almonds and a bit of granola. A swirl of the spoon to bring it all in together, and sheeessshhh, this treat is like drug. The silky smooth cream cut by the crunch of granola and a nutty sliver of almond, an anticipated bite into sweet honey soaked apricots. What better way to start your Sunday?
Looking down at the Met lobby
Satisfied, we walked back along Spring Street to catch the train up to the Met, per Steph’s request. Ahhh. Museums. I’m not a big museum person, hehe. My only interest in going to the Met was to check out all the dining options. So that’s what I did. It was not very impressive, but then again what did you expect? Nonetheless, all the dining venues in the museum turned over a remarkably high amount of traffic. Crazies. They could have been eating greek yoghurt!
We didn’t stay too long at the Met. Funny how I can manage to spend two hours exploring a supermarket, but my attention span can’t exceed more than 20 minutes at the museum. Teehee. We hung outside for a bit, the day was bright and had grown considerably warmer from just a few hours before. I love sunny days – we get a ton of sunlight in Hawaii, so it’s a real damper when the day falls dark before 6pm in this city. This guy standing next to us at the museum entrance was pretty insistent on offering to take a picture…so here we are! Haha, from left to right: myself, Shann and Steph.
Post-Met, we went down to the West Village for some drinks at Shann’s favourite coffee shop in the city, Grounded. Steph went for the mint limeade, while Shann had a ridiculously fantastic hazelnut and caramel coffee. Gah, it was so good, I kept asking her for a sip, and must have ended up drinking nearly half of it!
For myself I ordered a green citrus gingko tea, which was just alrighty. Could have been sweetened just a tad with honey, but otherwise strong on the gingko (a plus!), none of that citrusy business I was expecting though…
I liked the vibe in this coffee shop. The city is filled with countless cafes covering every and all tastes, but it’s hard to find one that suits you well. It’s like finding the perfect hat, or in my case, the perfect bag. But yes, Grounded is good. It’s quite the cozy place, but not difficult to find a seat. The people are nice (and they serve Murray’s bagels – toasted!), it’s warm inside, and even a skylight and lots of plants! It’s best expressed in one word: comfy.
from the inside of Ronnybrook Farm’s Milk Bar
From Grounded we made a short walk to the Chelsea Market to do some exploring and pick up a few brownies from Fat Witch. The Market was extremely lively around 4pm this Sunday afternoon, it’s a delightful place to spend the day and there’s definitely something to satisfy any food craving whether it be Thai food, gelato, coffee, pastries, or a velvety serving of clam chowder in a bread bowl.
One of my favourite things to do on a weekend afternoon is sit at Ronnybrook Dairy’s milk bar and treat myself to a (large) glass of indulgence with the ginger crème brulee milkshake. If the name alone hasn’t already sold you, a frothy rich taste surely will. True to the ginger flavour and just enough sweetness to satiate but not overkill, this creamy thick concoction surprises with bits of candied ginger laced within sips. It’s the perfect place to take a break alone, or join a friend for lunch (I’ll be back for the mac & cheese and cast iron egg dishes!) Low key and simple fare, you feel good knowing that all the dairy involved in these items come from a local farm!
We made our way around each all the shops in the market, there’s always so much to look at..and sigh, I could never bore of watching the bakers in the windows of Amy’s Bread! At exactly 4pm, the three of us hopped over to Fat Witch for some triple brownie action, hehe. Fat Witch does not have the best brownies in the city, much less the country, as some have proclaimed. Far from it. These are simply decent and consistent brownies. Nothing I would pay the regular price of $2.75 for, but when I happen to be around during the ‘witching hour’ special, I’d gladly trade off $1.25 for a square.
Three squares in fact! Hehe, no I am not a glutton. We each got a square of our own and shared them all. Clockwise from the left is the walnut brownie, peanut butter brownie, and caramel brownie. I liked the walnut the most, just cause: 1. who doesn’t love walnuts in brownies?! 2. the nuts cut the sweetness of the batter. Shann proclaimed the peanut butter brownie at Baked to be much better, because they swirled actual peanut butter throughout the batter while Fat Witch simply mixed in peanut butter chips.
Here’s a closer look at my caramel brownie. Very ordinary, no? It’s the plain brownie batter topped with a layer of baked caramel. Too sweet. I like me sweets less sweet, or even better, with a touch of salt. Like fleur de sel caramels! Or Thai desserts! The olive oil gelato at Otto’s! Something along that line But the sweetness in this brownie was simply one-dimensional.
Brownie crumbs in our lap and tummies just a little bit poofier, we checked the clocked and were bummed to discover that it was nearly 5pm. Seeing as she had already missed the 12:30, 2:30, and 4:30 bus to Cornell (Shann and I were very convincing getting her to stay, “just an hour more!”) Steph had to make the 6:30 bus leaving from Penn Station…but not without dinner!
We took the subway back to the LES where we had a quick dinner at Tiny’s, my go-to spot for sandwiches, reliable and always very satisfying. Exiting the F train at Delancey, Steph and Shann went to grab at seat at the restaurant while I made a mad dash to Economy Candy for a stash of gigantic dark chocolate dipped pretzels, my sweet-salty addiction of the moment.
These pretzels are crazy delicious. Everything about them is prefect. The pretzel to chocolate proportion is spot on – you know those tiny chocolate covered pretzels? There’s always too much chocolate and not enough pretzel. These also have a lot of chocolate, but the pretzel itself is nice and big, so it balances out well. Plus, it’s DARK chocolate, so holy hell, you bet it’s good! It’s hard to restrain yourself at Economy Candy, but you must enter into this treasure trove of sweets and chocolate with a goal in mind and stay focused. Otherwise you’ll end up with a ton of treats you never intended to purchase. Which is bad…or good…depends how you view it!
Over at Tiny’s Shann ordered a cream soda, of which I had a sip (I seem to be having many sips of Shann’s drinks today, hehe). I’ve never had cream soda before, but I supposed the name explains it all. Cream. Soda. It tastes like fizzy sweet cream! It really does. Like, it tastes like liquid cream, only lighter, with fizzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh boy. That was an awful description!
She also had a crabcake on brioche. Tiny’s doesn’t bake their own bread, but the brioche here serves as an excellent sandwich bread. Pair it with a seared crabcake perfectly tucked between the buns, a dabble of aioli, and you’ve got yourself quite the (mini) sandwich!
Steph went with the Cesar salad and a bowl of the vegetable chili soup. Thumbs up for the chilli soup, so comforting for this windy day! It’s nice and chunky, generous with the veggies and a crusty semolina roll on the side.
I had the veggie meatballs with pesto on a semolina roll. The first time I had the veggie meatballs (a few months back), it was completely unseasoned. It must have been a fluke (whew!) cause it was pretty darn good today, especially with a healthy smear of pesto tucked between the toasted roll. A great bargain at $3.75. And it comes with chips!
Okey doke. Off to sleep now. Sigh. The weekend is over. Back to real life tomorrow. Hope you have a great Monday!
71 Sullivan St
NY, NY 10012
28 Jane St
NY, NY 10014
Ronnybrook Farm Dairy
75 9th Avenue
NY, NY 10011
75 9th Avenue
NY, NY 10011
108 Rivington St
NY, NY 10002
Tiny’s Giant Sandwich Shop
129 Rivington St
NY, NY 10002