2011/09/24 § 5 Comments
Dear Friends – I know it’s been a while.
And I’ve missed you all.
But I’ve been unspeakably busy (in a really good way) and owe you many, many posts. I still have leftover summer stories though fall has crept in slowly.
A friend posted a photo of an aquavit bottle which reminded me of one of my last summer dining adventure here in New York. I had several errands in midtown east and was quite starved when I found myself in front of Aquavit. And since I haven’t been there in years, I decided to pop in for lunch.
You will love the restaurant if you are into mid-century everything. Look at the beautiful Arne Jacobsen Swan sofa set here.
And the Swan and Egg chairs. And barstools.
Under the long, undulating, wood ceiling.
Even the plates, charger and cutlery are mid-century.
Here is what I had for lunch –
with butter sitting on volcanic stone…
with pickled beets, red onion, egg, sour cream
with cod, mussels, root vegetables, parsley aioli
(which I truly adored!)
Macerated Stone Fruits
vanilla panna cotta, long pepper ice cream, chocolate muesli
And although I did not have aquavit this time…I love looking at their display of housemade ones with the most delightful flavors – anise, carraway and fennel, cucumber, horseradish, lemon and juniper, mango, lime and chili pepper, grapefruit, fig and cardammon, linie, and more.
Mmmmm….a great excuse to go back. When the fall nights get chilly.
Though my days are absolutely rosy.
Hope yours are too!
2011/08/20 § 4 Comments
I think that I shall never tire of this Catalunyan Boqueria – inspired restaurant…
with Guindillas Vascas
Whole Sepia ala Plancha
with Salsa Verde
with Sweet Corn and Blueberries
I keep coming back to you, Casa Mono.
2011/08/02 § 4 Comments
My other favorite cafe in New York City.
Viennese. Old world and elegant.
Cozy booths by the large windows. Dappled sunlight streaming in. White marble-topped tables and black bentwood chairs. White-apronned waiters in black ties. Buffet table laden with cakes and pastries. Lacy paper doilies. Fireplace. Grand crystal chandelier.
Klimt Torte – hazelnut cake layered with bittersweet chocolate
Oh beautiful Vienna, you are on my mind.
2011/07/25 § 4 Comments
Walking is my favorite activity in New York.
This is when I, who don’t like malls, actually long for one. To find shops and eateries under one air-conditioned roof is a godsend on days like these. So thank heavens for Chelsea Market (which isn’t really a mall but will do for my purposes). It used to be the old Nabisco factory and this now enclosed urban retail arcade has retained many wonderful architectural features such as…
…exposed old bricks and pipes, vintage clocks, lamps and ceiling fans, corrugated iron sheets…
…water wells and the like – that I absolutely adore!
The market is a long, winding alley of shops selling local and organic produce, fresh seafood, gourmet items, baskets, plants and flowers. Plus tiny outposts of some of the city’s best deli, brunch and sandwich places….
My good friend and I feasted on lobsters, oysters, salmon sandwiches, lemonades, eldelflower bubblies…
…and gelato – before braving the searing heat outside.
So glad New York has Chelsea Market!
2011/07/22 § 2 Comments
Many, many weeks ago (when it wasn’t this ridiculously hot yet), we chanced upon a lovely street fair in Little Italy.
But it just had to be when we were whiling time waiting for the restaurant we reserved in (that we’ve been dying to go to) to start seating. We dared not try any of the delectable street food at the risk of ruining our four (make that six) course dinner.
So J played shoot-the-hoop instead. And we came sooooo close to winning a giant stuffed wolf! Then we tried our hand at dice. With no better luck. But in consolation, we were given a Winnie-the-Pooh toy. Yay!
We drooled over fruits and mallows dipped in chocolate and sprinkles…
Grilled Chicken! Shishkabob! Stuffed Artichokes!
All sorts of fried pastries…
Corn on a cob.
We prayed to Saint Anthony…
And passed by many more stalls of clothes, trinkets, toys, ices, chinese reflexology, etc., etc.
Wish we had more time to dally. Wish we could have tried even one.
Wish we’ll chance upon another…
2011/07/19 § 4 Comments
A dear, dear friend was in town. So a long, lingering lunch was in order. We met at Millesime.
And were seated at this alcove balcony table overlooking the elegant lobby.
Many stories were told over wonderful dishes.
Aquavit, Fennel, Sweet Mustard
Figs, Arugula & Feta Cheese
Rock Shrimp & Basil
Crème Fraiche Ice Cream & Balsamic
Chocolate Almond Tart
Raspberry Ice Cream, Almond Brittle
We even had a great view of a fashion photoshoot from our balcony seats…
Hope you had a great time in NYC, Mr. B!
2011/07/12 § 8 Comments
More beautiful works at the Museum of Modern Art…
Picasso. Those cubist women scared me when I was young. I thought they were ugly and distorted. It took a long time for me to see the light. That bright, southern light infusing most of Picasso’s painting. And to appreciate the angles. After which, all art seem drab, dull and mannered beside.
Matisse. It is easy to like Matisse paintings. There is nothing so jarring in them nor conceptually difficult. The blocks of colors are quite lovely, in fact. The pinks and the greens in the painting below contrast so wonderfully with the black. And the second is just so evocative of Paris. Those railings…
Monet. Another one of those artists whose fame I didn’t understand until I saw his works in real life. None of those blurry paintings I saw in books called out to me. Then I went to Giverny. It was the height of summer. The garden was in bloom. Lush and ripe. I still didn’t see how the paintings depicted the perfect clarity of those waterlilies and the pont japonais in view. I had to see more. I spent an afternoon at Musee Marmottan. Staring. From a distance. And then I started seeing undulating waves. Sunlight streaming through haystack needles. Black singular strokes turning into men with hats and women with umbrellas. Briskly walking. I couldn’t get over the movement in the paintings. And I started to covet. I finally understood why people paid hundred millions for these…
Josef Albers. I first saw these series of squares in an interior design magazine. The featured home owner collected them. And I couldn’t figure out why. What was so great about squares superimposed upon another? But they become more intriguing and interesting as I saw more of them and each painting’s different color combinations. Some squares seem to advance in space or recede. Some colors and some frames seem to float. Albers was supposed to have worked on the exact mathematical dimension of each square to achieve the optical effects. I’ve loved them since and never tire of looking at them.
Frida Kahlo. One of the many self-portraits of this beautiful, talented and storied artist.
More art – sculptures by Alberto Giacometti…
Figurengruppe by German artist Katharina Fritsche at the sculpture garden…
Finally, drinks at The Modern to cap the wonderful day with visiting friends…