Empire State of Mind

Oh New York, New York I'm back again! And this time it's for 9 days!! 9 whole days in this city and I still won't have my fill I'm sure. This is my 3rd time in the Big Apple, but it's my mum's first time, so it's extra exciting because I want her to love it here as much as I do.

We have been here two days so far and already we have shopped on 5th Avenue, visited Central Park, been to see the Lincoln Centre, had an American breakfast, shopped in Macy's (though only briefly), relaxed on the Circle Line Landmark Cruise (while chuckling along with our jokey guide John), walked past Time Square, dined at Ruby Tuesday (if you're a Stones fan, you'll now be humming the song while reading, like I am while typing) and enjoyed cocktails at the SixtyFive Bar at the Rockerfeller Centre (phew I'm out of breath just typing that). Needless to say, therefore, we have decided to slow it down a bit today.

So far the plan for today simply involves a bit more shopping at Macy's (the store is HUGE!) a light lunch and some R&R in the form of a drink or two (no not necessarily an alcoholic beverage.. What do you take me for?) at SixtyFive Bar, possibly in time to see the sun set over Manhattan *sighs dramatically*

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                Ok you've twisted my arm.. Here is a small visual sample of our activities so far..

Sunday is Brunch Day

Whoever said it's too late to start a new tradition? Not me. I have two housemates who are amazing and who I love spending time with, and as of a few weekends ago, we started a 'habit' or 'tradition' if you like, it is the nicer word after all, of having brunch together on a Sunday. It started with a confession from me that I'd never had Eggs Benedict before (I know, shocking, right? Don't worry I've well and truly made up for that in the last 3 weeks) and finished with a hot chocolate and lots of mini marshmallows at an outside table of Dalling & Co. in Kings Langley High Street.

I have to be honest, before this first venture, I had never so much as been curious enough about Eggs Benedict in order to even ask what exactly it is ( don't say 'eggs' - I worked that much out myself from the name, thank you very much! ), and yet since then, whenever we go to brunch on a Sunday, I don't even glance at the menu so see what else they offer ( see, I told you I'd seen the light ).