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Oh, Governors Island. I had been wanting to ride bicycles around it ALL SUMMER and time was running out! So when my sister and my mom came to town, I decided we would go for a little spin. And it’s really not bad – $15 for two hours on a bike. You really don’t need more than that since the island isn’t so big. Here we are taking a little rest to watch the trapeze school on the island:

It looks like fun.

Also fun in general is hanging out with my momma. Here I am looking like I’m trying to smush her:

And yes, that is the statue of liberty in the back.

Yay, close up of my face with momma in the background.

Vroom vroom!

And also I really liked my handle bars on my bike with a heart on the bell:

And that’s my Tumblr bag. Of course. I like going to Governors Island.

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There’s not much to say here except I really like pickles and I really like seeing pickles in a giant, big bucket for sale. These particular ones I found at The New Amsterdam Market and they had some mustard flavor (note the yellowish hue) and a bit of a bite.

If you haven’t been to the New Amsterdam Market yet, there’s only a thousand City Mitten posts already telling you to go. So here’s one more. It’s every Sunday through just before Christmas. And there’s always artisanal ice cream, I can promise you that.

And also, there are pies:

These babes are from Pie Corps in Brooklyn and in the front we have chocolate pudding pies with caramel, and grasshopper pies behind them. They were so so tempting but I think I had already spent five kajillion dollars that weekend on something so I was just at the market to look. And to buy a pickle. Which I did.

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Consider this a Public Service Announcement: Tomorrow is the last Saturday of Summer Streets, when Manhattan shuts down a HUGE BLOCK OF STREETS for bikers, runners, walkers alike to do as they please in them. It’s kind of awesome. And I wasn’t even on a bike. (Word to the wise, if you want a free bike rental, get there when it starts at 7 a.m.). There are a few “pit stops” set up along the way, the one at Broadway and Spring had a really cool set up from REI. Here you can see Sarah rock climbing in the middle of Soho. Because that happens. So that was awesome.

At Astor Place there was a Crunch Fitness pit stop and people were doing a dance/aerobics class on the pavement with an instructor from Dancing with The Stars. Further up at 25th st was a Whole Foods pit stops and there were tons of free samples. We got popsicles, as you do.

Summer Streets goes from the Brooklyn Bridge all the way up to 72nd st. So who knows what we didn’t even see. Take advantage before it’s over! And wake up early because it only goes til 1 p.m.

When Jessica and I walked back downtown, this man on a Segway was next to us and we started talking about it and he asked me, “Would you like to try?” Um… yeah? So I rode a Segway! And I almost ran over a baby in a stroller. It was fun! I mean, they are so incredibly dorky looking but they are FUN to be on. It’s so bizarre how they work. I really don’t get it.

Happy Summer Streets!

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I am only going to say this once: Social Eatz is a terrible restaurant name. Nothing about it says “American-Asian” and everything about it says “Food-related mobile app” or “random sports bar.” At least to me.

But the food is good. I’ve seen a thousand of my friends check in on @foursquare and say how good the Bibimbap Burger is (mini version above) and I got some positive comments myself when it was my turn to check in. So people obviously like it. It probably helps that the chef was on Top Chef and is very nice to look at. Also, he appeared to be extremely friendly.

So let me back up. My dear friend Missy Kayko, who is awesome at living in NYC, won this photo and caption contest with Taste of Korea, a company promoting Korean food in New York. She was then invited to “Angelo Sosa goes Korean Party” at Social Eatz with a plus one and I was lucky enough to be it.

(Sidenote: I recently won a food-related item in a contest that I’m pretty sure I DID NOT ENTER. And Missy was my plus one for that. Ha.)

So we went to Social Eatz and tried some drinks featuring Soju (a Korean liquor similar to vodka) and those were delicious. We also got to try some sweet and spicy tomato soup, some meatballs, some pork belly, and of course the mini Bibimbap Burger above. It’s ground beef with a slow cooked egg, lettuce and pickled carrot and cucumber. It’s good. I think I had one or five.

The best part of the event though was they blew up Missy’s winning picture and gave it to her to take home. And the picture was of herself. So there I was standing in this restaurant holding an almost life-size picture of my friend while I was standing next to her in the flesh, too. I also took it upon myself to make the Missy picture “dance” to the music that was playing and then get a picture of Missy feeding a meatball to herself in photograph form. It was hysterical. To us anyway.

So thanks, Missy for taking me to Social Eatz and letting me dance with the picture of you!

Ha. This event was like a month ago and I never got around to writing about it but I’m glad I did now.

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Well, hey there. Busting out the big guns today. Maple and bacon doughnut at Northern Spy Food Co. I know my mom and my sister in Michigan might see that and think, “Ew, gross” but let me be the one to educate you. Savory and sweet together can sometimes be amazing. If you’ve never tried chocolate covered bacon, you should. It’s the same idea here and this maple bacon doughnut was a-mazing.

I went to Northern Spy Food Co for brunch with my homegirl Melissa this weekend. Once we were both there we didn’t have to wait at ALL which was awesome and unusual for a Saturday brunch in the East Village. I will be back.

Melissa had a Cucumber Mint Cooler (Gruner Veltliner, cucumber, mint, lime) and I had a watermelon and basil mimosa.

For eats, Melissa had eggs and polenta:

Kind of looks like a smiley face to me. Also, I like polenta.

Here’s our table from my end. I chose the kale salad with baked eggs:

What a beautiful table and friend.

And then there is me:

Hello.

One more thing you should know: not only is Northern Spy Food Co good at food, they are also good at Twitter. Go forth accordingly.

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I have a new favorite place. It’s called The Lot on Tap and we went there twice this weekend. Above is Norabear mowing on a burrito from Korilla BBQ, one of my favorite (if not top favorite) food trucks in this city. They visit my current work neighborhood every Tuesday and I get Korilla BBQ almost every Tuesday. Even turned my coworker “Dad” onto them, which is exciting. So if you’re not lucky enough to have them cruise over to your office once a week, check out the Lot on Tap schedule and see when they’re there. Kimchi bacon fried rice. That is all.

Lot on Tap is just awesome. It’s under the High Line and you can drink beer. We did. Brooklyn High Line Elevated Wheat, to be exact. Delicious.

And also there was pizza.

Eddie’s Pizza. I ordered a cheese pizza with meatballs. Kelly and Nora made fun of me. They were sorry. It was good! Eddie’s is also often by my current work neighborhood but this was my first time trying it. Good stuff.

Another thing to know: there is now a roller rink in the space across from the beer garden!

Awesome! I think I was maybe five the last time I had on *actual* roller skates, but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t wear them again! Also it’s really fun just standing there watching everyone, too. This one dude was going around and around playing with his flip phone the entire time like WHAT are you doing? Surprised he didn’t run into anyone. There was maybe one person with skillz and everyone else was a beginner or worse, so don’t be scared if you’re not very good. I promise you’ll have a good time. Also, there’s dessert trucks if you want to reward yourself afterward.

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Well hello there, ladies and gents. This week I had the honor of trying out Flex Mussels on 13th street for my first time with The Oyster Blog and two other ladies. They’ve got a happy hour deal that’s unlimited mussels, fries, and a draft beer for $20. It’s only available at the bar, but we have a hook up so we got to take advantage of the deal at the table. Fancy! They have tons and tons of different kinds of mussels, but for the happy hour deal, you only get to pick between three: classic, dijon, or fra diavolo. I think the four of us were unanimous in dijon as the favorite.

Looking over the list of other mussels, though – I need to go back and get the maine mussels with lobster, smoked bacon, corn, white chowder and parsley. Yeah, that’s got my name written all over it.

Also, I had a blueberry wheat beer. Actually, two. They were delicious. Happy Thursday.

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Hello. I am obsessed with this glassware. Sadly, these glasses not available for purchase on the interwebs. And I need them in my kitchen. Sheep Station, if I were you, I’d keep a close eye on those pint glasses of yours…

And now, it is story time.

I went to Sheep Station last week with my homegirl Jordan (basically the only person I’m talking about lately, I promise you I do have other friends) and her friend Kelly who was in town. One of the first things we noticed when we went inside was a giant stroller just hanging out. No biggie. I’ve seen strollers before. We sat down at a table and next to us was a group of about 4-5 adults with three kids, all age 2 or under. No biggie. We talk to our server, order our food, everything comes out. Normal dinner. We’re in the middle of an interesting conversation and all of a sudden we hear an “AHHHHHHHHHH!” coming from the 2-year old’s mouth about four feet away from us. I look over and jokingly send a dirty look in that direction (I mean, you can’t really give a 2-year-old a dirty look) and then us girls laugh to ourselves and think, “Wow, that baby is crazy.”

60 seconds later. “AHHHHHHHHHHH!” This kid is screaming at the top of his/her lungs. Again our conversation comes to a halt. The baby does not stop. The mom and dad keep saying to it things along the lines of, “You can’t do that Name of Baby. You’re distracting those around you Name of Baby.” Name of Baby does not care. Keeps yelling and yelling. By this point us three are bewildered that one of the parents has not taken the child outside to calm him/her down. They’re just sitting there ignoring its screams. I mean, I’m all down for ignoring kids when they’re acting up, but when you’re out in public, such as in a restaurant, you’ve got to do something. I’m sure it’s embarrassing for you, but take the dang kid outside. So the kid is still yelling. Also, mind you – the family has paid their bill. WHAT are they doing there? Anyway, staff comes over to talk to them two times and finally the OWNER comes out and tells them that they understand the baby is a baby but they have a full dining room right now and it’s distracting for everyone trying to enjoy their meals and would you please do something? Mom’s response is as follows: “She’s two, what do you want me to do?” OH REALLY? The owner then asks them to leave.

SNAP!

I mean it’s the same thing if you’re in a crowded movie theatre or church, you take the kid outside and calm him/her down and then you bring the baby back in. Hello!

So once they finally left (while taking their sweet time and passive-aggressively telling Name of Baby quite loudly that she really needs to calm down because they’re getting kicked out of the restaurant now) the owner came over and apologized to us (we were the table closest to the baby, FYI) and we all commiserated together about what just went down and laughed it all off as we were all on Team No More Baby Yelling. I jappreciated that they did something, ya know?

So that’s my story about Sheep Station and why I love it. Besides the food. Also I don’t mean to sound anti-baby or anything because the fact is I actually do like kids! They are cute! I make faces to them all the time on the train. It’s just that I just like to be able to have a conversation with my friends at a restaurant, too. So please do not be offended if you are a parent of a child, I have more respect for you then you will ever know and I hope to one day join the ranks and get kicked out of a restaurant myself when the kid is acting up.

And, for good measure, a photo of the seafood pasta special they had that evening, which was fantastic:

The end!

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Happy birthday, Jordan! This girl was a little upset I hadn’t blogged about her birthday dinner the other week yet so here it is. And more of this girl on City Mitten coming up.

For her birthday, some of us girlies took Jordan out to Buttermilk Channel. Excellent choice and now Brooklyn favorite.

Above is Jordan with her birthday “cake” – chocolate chunk bread pudding with salted chocolate butterscotch. It was very nice. And now I will guide you through half of the menu.

Hush puppies:

I made Jordan hold the glass to show you A) her pretty nail polish and B) the size of the hush puppies. Just so you know. They were teeny tiny. And now, a beverage:

The Chelanga: Milagro tequila, honey, grapefruit, and jalapeƱo with a lime salt rim. And pretty! I love pretty cocktails. I had a Shenandoah Fizz myself, because I’m pretty down with aperol cocktails with sparkling wine and orange bitters. Oh, and Dolin Vermouth Blanc, too.

Back to foods. Duck meatloaf:

Why yes, that is a giant onion ring on top.

Caputo’s fresh linguini with sweet peas, spring onion, green garlic toasted bread crumbs, chile oil and pecorino:

I tried a bit of it, delicious.

And now what half of the table ordered: chicken and waffles!

Oh, chicken and waffles (with bonus of my fizz cocktail on the upper left). I never heard of chicken and waffles until I moved to New York. And I never tried it until I had brunch at the Stanton Social when my friend (now roommate)’s parents came to town and took us all out to a fancy tapas brunch. They were delicious then and they were delicious now. You can barely even see the waffles in this picture as there’s half a chicken on top of it, but I assure you they are there. This dish also makes your table smell quite nice. Very good. And since there’s half a chicken on your plate, you can almost guarantee they’ll be some left over to take home. Bonus next day lunch!

Also, I have heard many a time that Buttermilk Channel also has kick-ass brunch. So now you’ve heard it, too. And I need to check it out.

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This is necessary. Sundaes at Brooklyn Farmacy & Soda Fountain on Henry Street in Brooklyn, the most prettiest street in all of Brooklyn. Walking down it inspires me to be better at life. Ice cream on the other hand does not. But it is still nice, too.

Above is a mocha madness sundae, or something. Coffee ice cream, chocolate sauce, perhaps a brownie on the bottom? Definitely out of control. Behind it is an “any day” chocolate sundae.

But this, my dears, is the winner. The Sundae of Broken Dreams. Yes, indeed. If you have a dream and it breaks, go to Brooklyn Farmacy and get this. Also if your dream is still intact. Vanilla ice cream, warm caramel sauce, broken pretzels and whipped cream. So simple yet so divine. Di-vine. This is what you order here! Make no mistake.

Also, Brooklyn Farmacy is the cutest. Makes me love Brooklyn.

A very nice woman seated next to us saw us taking photos and offered to take one of the three of us. Myself, my homegirl Jordan, and her friend Kelly in town for the week. The three of us are going to our first ever Brooklyn Cyclones game on Friday and I am PUMPED. But back to Brooklyn Farmacy’s cuteness. Do you see this?

So cute. Next time I want to snag a barstool so I can watch all the action. Also, Brooklyn Farmacy sells a lot of adorable things. Mostly foodstuffs, but on my way out my eyes unfortunately landed on this:

Look. at. the. anteater. Sigh… All I know is I am going to be in trouble the day I have kids. I’m going to buy them lots of creatures that are secretly actually just for me. I don’t know what my problem is. I mean I have like five stuffed animals on my bed right now as it is. AND I AM TWENTY SIX YEARS OLD. No matter. I love ’em. So this anteater. If he’s still there the next time I’m at the Brooklyn Farmacy, he might be going home with me. Maybe.

And that, my dears, is the Brooklyn Farmacy.

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