I spent the weekend in New York City. It was fantastic. We wandered around on the cool cloudy sidewalks and visited lots of old favorite places along with finding some delicious new ones. It was so familiar and comfortable. When I moved to NYC in 1988 I landed a job pretty quickly, but I didn’t have to start working for 6 weeks, which meant I was free to find my way around the city at my leisure. Most mornings I would get up early and take the train to Battery park and then wander a new route home to 88th and Columbus. Back then I could get by on a couple slices from Ray’s Pizza and a fresh bagel. $5 per day was my budget, and if I didn’t have to spend that I would save it. Everything changes, but one thing has remained the same: Food in New York is exquisite. We ate Peruvian, Greek, Lebanese, Italian, Spanish, and more. What adds to the equation is how well restaurants embrace who they are and what they represent individually. I hope you feel that way about RowHouse because we are always striving to be our own unique experience. We must all embrace who we are while remembering in the end that we are all one.
Veselka - People watching in the rain
the Press Lounge - not to be missed
Nonna Bebba - I loved everything about this place, especially the homemade pear ravioli
the Cupping Room - Almost the same as 30 years ago when I found it
Kiki’s - it’s about the experience
Death Ave - unexpected completely