I have spent my fair share of time in New York, especially since I lived in the Bronx in college, but I still like to plan a staycation every once in a while. A few weekends ago, Erin, of A Hell Love a Town, and I did just that; we spent 24 fabulous hours together eating and drinking our way through New York City. As usual, we hardly got any sleep, but it was one of the best 24 hours I have had in a quite a while.
Our Saturday started off at North River Lobster Company, a bar and restaurant that is conveniently also a boat. At set times throughout the day, it takes a cruise along the Hudson River, and we had the perfect day for it. We found ourselves a picnic table on the top deck next to a group of girls, settled in, and got ourselves some cocktails and lobster rolls.
I started with a Life Saver, which was made with Skyy Peach Vodka, Triple Sec, orange juice, pineapple juice, and Grenadine, while Erin indulged in a Spiked Ice Tea, made with Skyy Blood Orange Vodka, Skyy Citrus Vodka, and sour mix. Eventually, we switched to beer and then rosé sangria. Along with our lobster rolls, we split fries, and saved our potato chips for later.
After five hours of drinking, eating, non-stop catching up, and two boat rides, we decided it was time for a change of scenery. Erin found Beer Culture, and we decided to check it out. Not only did we have plenty of options for beer, but the garlic toast bites and soft pretzel were exactly what we needed.
On our way out, we passed by Schmackary’s, which had previously had a line that seemed to wrap around the corner. Since it was now empty, we just had to buy ourselves a cookie or two. The funfetti was worth every calorie, it was that good.
At this point, the drinks went to our heads, and we became determined to take a visit to a psychic. Although, I had recently seen one in New Orleans on my thirtieth birthday, we knew it would be the perfect way to cap off the day. We found ourselves on a search for someone to tell us all about our future. Unfortunately, by the time we decided this was a good idea, it was well after midnight and in the city that never sleeps, apparently most psychics do.
After a few searches and phone calls left us with nothing, we headed to the Lower East Side in search of a reading. Eventually, we spotted a sign and headed to a building, where a psychic kindly let us into her apartment and read each of our palms for fifteen dollars a piece. It was probably one of the worst readings I’ve ever had, but it was pretty funny to talk about after the fact.
We eventually headed to one more bar, a decision that was probably a poor one, before heading to Erin’s apartment. The next morning, we decided bagels were a must, and we walked to Tompkins Square Bagels, where the line was long, but the choices were endless. Eventually, I settled on the Kaitlyn: egg whites, scallion cream cheese, and avocado, on an everything bagel, while Erin got The Jersey: taylor ham, egg, and cheese.
We headed to Tompkins Square Park to watch teens skateboard while smoking their cigarettes, as we reminisced about the night before. Our original plan was to also visit Big Gay Ice Cream, but my stomach wasn’t feeling up to it. Instead, we got snow cones at a candy shop we passed on the way to the subway.
Eventually, I hopped on the bus and headed back home, but with a plan to do this again soon. Sometimes, all we need is a little escape, even if it happens to be at home.