I have become totally addicted (well in a boring, one a day sort of way) to Moscow Mules. They were apparently invented in Manhattan in the 40s so it is sort of fitting that gals in Manhattan would drink them while visiting. I realise it should be a cosmopolitan, but I rather like the thought of tin mug, 1940s, anti sobriety types slugging back Vodka with a good hit of ginger.
After hiking 30km on foot around Williamsburg, Brooklyn and Manhattan on our sturdy two feet, we needed a damn mule to carry us back to the 32nd Street abode. Well the mule occurred on the border between Chinatown and Little Italy, parked up on a street bench, outside a very groovy restaurant. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the four legged, carry two stuffed women type, but the one in a glass, adorned with lime. There is something easy drinking about them there mules and by the time we stood up (only after one) there was a moment of confusion about whether we were in NYC or downtown China in the 40s.
We headed off in the morning on the L train to Williamsburg, a totally cool neighbourhood in Brooklyn. If I wanted to have the cool and hip New York experience of living here it would be Williamsburg for me. Breakfast at EGG – and then a short ride to DUMBO – yes Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass. I must be awfully slow, but it wasn’t until this trip that I understood the acronyms. I thought SOHO was just SOHO – no South of Houston street – makes sense really when you think about how much they love to number and letter streets – makes it exceptionally easy for tourists.
A wander around the gorgeous Danish designer shops in DUMBO and then across the Brooklyn Bridge to walk off the eggs. A stroll through the financial district, up through China Town to the Mule and then right across Central Park. We danced along a bit to the dudes in central park (the non shirt wearing, young, gorgeous ones) and then visited the completely stoned ones who were skating in their high glam. Roller skating minions are pretty cool.
Mickey on my wrist told me we had walked 30kms and the feet felt like it – but how fabulous to do NYC in a day.
Sleeping under the stars 