The story of New York City in March was thus: the weather was schizophrenic (is it spring? Is it winter? Who can say?) and I brunched a lot.
Okay, there was a little more than that.
To start, I visited the Brooklyn Flea at its indoor, winter location in Crown Heights. The Flea is overwhelming: so much to see, so much to eat. I coveted everything yet bought nothing, indecisive as ever about my home décor choices.
A friend and I were lucky enough to score pretty sweet seats at Madison Square Garden for some tennis exhibition matches: Gabriela Sabatini vs. Monica Seles, and Roger Federer vs. Grigor Dimitrov. While the ladies put on a good show, let’s be honest: I was there for Fed. He – and Dimitrov – did not disappoint; there was some awesome shotmaking for it being an exhibition, particularly an unreal sequence of back-to-back tweeners.
I spent a lovely afternoon at the New York Botanical Garden for the Orchid Show. The orchids were unreal – just so, so beautiful.
I also wandered through Soho – an area I don’t think I’ll ever tired of, despite how crowded it can be – one Sunday after brunch. Those distinctive Soho storefronts just don’t get old.
Speaking of flowers, I was delighted to see New York’s many, many corner flower shops take off their covers for the season. It’s such a small thing, but every time I pass one while out and about, it brightens my day just a little bit.
The return of flowers was quickly followed – but of course! – by confusion, as spurts of good March weather were followed up with snow:
And, as I mentioned, it was a good month for brunching. At Sunshine Co. in Brooklyn, I had an awesome brussels sprout hash with bacon, potato, onions, poached eggs, smoked paprika, and toast.
At Jack’s Wife Freda, my sister and I braved a long-ish wait, but I didn’t mind: this spot had been on my “must try” list for a while. I ordered the Jack’s Breakfast: 2 eggs, skirt steak, and sourdough toast; the skirt steak was on point, particularly the chimichurri sauce that came with it. We also each had a Pimm’s Cup, thus keeping with my longstanding rule to always order a Pimm’s Cup whenever a menu offers one.
At The Smith, where my best friend and I headed after an early morning viewing of Cinderella (a cute but not particularly memorable movie), I enjoyed the pancakes with salted caramel sauce at the restaurant that is quickly becoming one of my UWS staples.
I headed to the East Village to eat at Narcissa, a cute little restaurant nestled alongside The Standard Hotel. We ordered a box of donuts for the table; I was expecting donut holes but was surprised when we received legit donuts (they were delicious). My broccoli and bacon frittata, served piping hot, was pretty good too.
And perhaps the most exciting event of March was this: I booked a vacation! Norway and Finland, here I come. Cheers to a successful month, and to the next adventure!