We’ve got a super early morning ahead of us with satellite media interviews until lunch, so today’s posting will be photos with captions, a la your mom and dad’s photo albums from the 70s.
We walked the Brooklyn Bridge for the first time!
We took a moment to remember the people of 9/11. Still can’t believe this really happened and I have trouble imagining how the people who lived here at the time dealt with such catastrophic tragedy. I don’t think I could have.
We shared a couple slices of Chicago-style deep dish pizza pie at Emmett’s in the West Village. I contend that Chicago style pizza is the best. All other kinds are inferior. Even New York slices. I’m sorry, it’s just how I really feel. It was so so so SO delicious.
We only ate 2 slices so we could walk down to Spring Street and finally taste a world-famous cronut from Dominique Ansel’s bakery.
It has not been overhyped. It is EXACTLY as good as they said it would be. This one was filled with a salted caramel sauce and topped with a dollop of maple icing and a roasted pecan. My mouth is watering as I type this.
After an afternoon spent wandering Manhattan, we eventually headed back to our hotel to get changed for dinner and had 2 seconds to finally meet Lindsey’s sweet mama and hug her neck!
Then we hopped in a car to meet the good folks from the Bank of America advertising agency for a fancy dinner at Beauty & Essex, a restaurant hidden behind the back door of a pawn shop storefront.
Traffic was terrible so our route wound through the most scenic blocks of midtown:
And a 45 minute nap later, we arrived at dinner. In a room full of fancy people dressed in all black, we stand out like sore thumbs. Every. Time.
After a, like, 10 course tapas dinner, I am feeling like an overstuffed Thanksgiving turkey. Goodnight, friends!