“What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared
to what lies within us.”—Ralph Waldo Emerson (from today’s post on The Listserve, an amazing community/crowdsourcing project from five students from Clay Shirky’s class at ITP)
…With his rugged good looks, effortless athleticism and aggressive style of play, he was widely described as having brought virility to a sport that had long been considered only somewhat less geriatric than shuffleboard.
*Rhubarb juice with sparkling mineral water. Tangy but a little sweet. Refreshing and summery. Where can I find this in NYC?
*A cappuccino with foam so perfect I ordered another immediately after finishing it. I think there’s just something in the air in Europe that makes the consistency so good.
*A giant glass bowl of muesli with the best yogurt I’ve ever tasted. Creamy and rich but with light texture, almost whipped.
*Many mini bottles of wine (rosé). When at happy hour, they are served with plates of tiny Niçoise olives.
*Transcendent eggplant. Seriously. It was not at all spongy but meaty, almost the consistency of a portabella mushroom, with a deep purple skin. (This was in the form of eggplant parmigiana at an Italian restaurant…an easy option for this shellfish-allergic vegetarian in a town full of seafood.)
*Chocolate mousse and a really good apple. I love visiting grocery stores when I go abroad. In Europe they have all sorts of tasty desserts in the yogurt section, so it feels like you’re eating something healthy (kind of).
*Cornichon, for breakfast, and slow scrambled eggs with so. much. cream.
*Delicious couscous at Chez Omar with really good hot sauce (apparently Sofia Coppola’s favorite restaurant. She wasn’t there. I looked.), where I had a nice chat with the maitre d’ (owner?) who has a daughter who lives on Bedford Avenue 8 blocks from me. He has visited Williamsburg five times and loves it.
*Several to many glasses of a nice red wine from Bergerac at an after-hours bar/music club/restaurant in a 3-story building built in 1611.
*The “best baguette” in Paris per Laura Holder at La Fougasse. It was v. v. good, and, coincidentally, I bought croissants to take home when I had a stopover there last summer.
*THE BEST CROISSANT OF MY LIFE (two mornings in a row).
*Half a bar of dark chocolate with crystallized violet flowers, from a shop right near the Luxembourg gardens.
*Lots of Perrier and probably 9 espressos/cafe au laits
*A massive plate of haricot vert and salad
*Other assorted glasses/bottles of wine.
*Pizza (I don’t usually eat this in NYC so it seems notable).