Spring in New York
Posted on April 9th, 2010 by annakjarzab
I’ve never been much of a romantic about New York. I don’t refer to it as my boyfriend, or get weak in the knees when I see the Empire State Building or anything like that. But there are times in this city where you just cannot deny how lovely something is, and how glad you are to be here at that moment. Like last night, for example. It was hot during the day, like in the 80s, which is crazy because it’s the first week of April THANK YOU GLOBAL WARMING. Anyway, Joanna is in town and we had dinner plans with our friend Abby, so I was walked from work to the West Village (maybe that sounds like it was a long walk? It isn’t. I work just over the Houston border in SoHo), veering off Hudson at Barrow and promptly getting lost because everything in this city is like a grid–above 14th Street. After that, things can get wonky at times. Which is ultimately fine, because I was early and happy to wander down side streets, past exquisite brownstones, the sun bathing the streets with a golden glow, the heat settling softly on my shoulders like a light sweater. I snapped this iPhone shot:
The street was so serene and pretty. What you can’t see is the small blossoms being shaken from the trees by a stiff wind and wafting down around me. Quite picturesque, if you ask me, as was the adorable, delicious little restaurant where we ate dinner.
The Little Owl is a restaurant that I’d never been to before, but which had been recommended to me several times in the past. It’s a bit wee inside, so if you’ve got a large party I wouldn’t exactly recommend it, but otherwise, if you’re just a couple of people looking for a delicious meal from a place with perfect service, friendly staff, and a lovely location, look no further.
1 Response to “Spring in New York”
I love the beautiful pictures, and I love getting glimpses of “somewhere elses.”
This too is a beautiful picture: “happy to wander down side streets, past exquisite brownstones, the sun bathing the streets with a golden glow, the heat settling softly on my shoulders like a light sweater.”