Light Tiramisu Cake.
The whole set-up is tiny, intimate and cozy – about 3 small tables for 1 and a bar counter. Perfect for solo travellers and loners (haha) alike.
Bluebird Coffee Shop
72 E 1st St (at 2nd Ave) New York,
NY 10003 Neighborhood: East Village
Three memorable experiences:
1. 2.8km walk from 33rd Street to 1st Street
2. Arrived 30 mins earlier than opening hours.
3. The Bluebird Coffee Shop (Next post)
Just to give everyone a bit of a background about myself, I was born into a family that likes to walk – especially when travelling. It’s something that you can’t do much in Manila which I guess makes them (Dad, Mom & Sis) all the more eager to. Unlike them, I, on the other hand
HATE to walk as much as they love it - so, walking 33 blocks seemed like forever.
Back to the Prune story…
I’m back in Singapore – and I am now spending my first Sunday afternoon at the with a cup of chamomile tea and a slice of tart at the PS Cafe Palais Renaissance.
The heat is really getting really annoying this time! I can feel my self defrosting everywhere I go ever since I arrived!
Coconut Bakewell Tart a.k.a. Cassava cake in the Philippines.
According to my mother, the best bagel place in the whole of Manhattan is the one 3 streets down the road from us – Daniel’s Bagel. I am not sure whether to believe her or not so I did a bit of research using best friend Google before heading down.
I tried the bagel and scrambled egg on a cinnamon and raisins bagel, I am not a big fan of cream cheese anyway.
I visited Carl’s three (3) times during my 2 weeks stay in New York. It is located around our block so it became my easy access to meat protein every time my sister and my mother felt like just having salad for dinner.
I made a big mistake of ordering a plain steak sandwich (w/o cheese) the first time I ordered, I did not realise that you have to specifically order “with cheese” if you want it added in –
Our flight landed HKG 1-hour earlier than scheduled on our way back to Manila from NYC – Hooray!
First order of business – EAT!
Mom left the fried stuff to me and ordered ramen & gyoza instead. It was good I did not each much on the plane during the 15-hour long flight if not I would have felt really guilty consuming all those grease (as if…).
What was I thinking for choosing Japanese over my all time favourite Roast Goose with Rice in Hongkong? Not that I did not enjoy my food but why Japanese?