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We wake up in the calm of a typical holiday morning, bright light sprinkling through the sheets hung up as provisional blinds. Our suitcases have puked up its content all over the room where its now fighting Nicolas’ skateboards, heavy magazines and velvet shoes for space.
Four days of drinking on top of a jetlag is starting to wear on us so we just stay in bed for several hours, playing music and catching up on online content to the sound of the busy streets of Brooklyn. It’s calm and the hot morning air is almost milky . Some south american family is already having a day party on their porch, blasting music and barbecuing.
The smell of frying meat is getting to us, and hungry we dress quickly and head out. Daniel jokingly suggests KFC, which is not happening, but I know he wouldn’t mind. Instead we take the JMZ line and get off at Bowery for breakfast at the Butcher’s Daughter.
As we sit down, I hit Daniel in the side and nudge over to the table beside us.
“OMG DANIEL IT’S THAT FAMOUS GUY!!” I whisper as a crazy person when we go inside to get menus.
He obviously hasn’t got a clue who this “famous guy” is as he can’t see his face and I’m not being very descriptive. He tries to ask me what he’s done.
“HE’S AN ACTOR, IN FILMS! I KNOW HE’S IN FILMS!”
“Hm, what films?”
“I HAVE NO IDEA!”
It takes us a while, but Daniel actually figures it out, and yes, he is and actor, and yes, he is in films, because the man having breakfast next to us i Jake Gyllenhaal! I am star struck and have to take a photo. So ladies and lads, behind Daniel is Jake Gyllenhaal’s head.
I am already crazy happy about what NYC has offered us on this trip so far, especially today. I order some soft boiled eggs, cappuccino and fruit to have with my Jake Gyllenhaal experience, as I can’t imagine a more brilliant combination.
A guy on a motorbike almost hits the cafe as he takes a short cut across the pavement and the other american guests go mental and TALKS TO US. Jesus, strangers talking to me and they don’t even KNOW ME. It’s a shock, and ever so pleasant.
Daniel gets so excited that he accidentally elbows Mr Gyllenhaal in the back, for which he apologises and Mr Gyllenhaal even replies. But as Daniel hasn’t washed his elbow since, I’m sure it was on purpose. As far as I’m concerned, I now have a boyfriend who has touched and spoken to a celeb, so wow.
We pay, say bye to the talkative strangers and head out to explore the beauty of Soho. Fire escapes <3
Nicolas has given us a whole list of shops and coffee shops worth visiting so we stroll up and down tons of streets to check them out. Among them was the Hunt which is a well curated antique shop combined with the badass, handmade jewellery shop the Great Frog.
Continuing down past beautiful buildings and sunny streets, rummaging store after store for a birthday present for Daniel’s sister. But we have to hurry because we have an important lunch date to attend.
It’s a date with the greasiest nacho plate of this world at the Blind Pig, a home for the Arsenal supporters lost to the new world.
2pm on a Tuesday and PACKED. American Arsenalers must be crazy good at calling in sick or just crazy good at being unemployed. Luckily they win and the whole pub explodes in happiness. Thank god, my man will now be happy.
After another couple of hours of shopping we meet up with Nicolas who has finished work. He takes us to Cafe Select which looks like a dream from the outside with it’s endless rows of fairy lights.
Inside is no different, and being with these two pretty boys waiting for our champagne mixers and beers, I am a very lucky girl. And they are actually not miserable but well happy, contrary to what the image might show.
We find some black & golden cigarettes!
After a couple of drinks in this twinkling bar, discussing dead serious and unimportant matters we head out on the streets of Soho again and walk over to Nolita.
Next stop: the thai restaurant Lovely Day.
We wait for about an half hour before we are seated in the wild restaurant. It’s busy in a fun way and people seem to be celebrating as if it is in fact a Saturday night and not a Tuesday.
After being completely lost trying to decipher the menu, (as always at asian restaurants as I never remember the name of what I like) we order some heavenly noodles pots and more beers. The conversations continue as we bump in to lost lovers, discuss uncomfortable situations and age differences. By this time the beer clouds my memory.
Stuffed we head down to probably the filthiest subway stop in the world.
It’s late now but when we get back home we still continue the night watching youtube clips and trailers while brushing our teeth together, like a cute little family. Even if it’s nice visiting this other little twin brother in NYC we wish we could force him to move to us in London. And before knowing it we are all fast asleep.