These Are a Few of Our Favorite Things.

Okay, come on, you know you have to sing this one...) Raindrops on sidewalks, And blueberry Knishes. Raspberry cheesecake and old-time cheek kisses. NoHo and SoHo and church bells that ring, These are a few of our favorite things. West Greenwich Village and tables on sidewalks, Washington Square and the poems in pink chalk, Pigeons... Continue Reading →

Day 9: Julius’

When Adam McCandless first opened his grocery story in 1835, in what is now Greenwich Village, little did he know that this building would change the course of history.   When the business was converted to a restaurant and bar 24 years later, it set on a path to the National Park Service Register of Historical... Continue Reading →

Historical Krawl Day 7: Old Town

Not far from Union Station, is one of the oldest and best-preserved taverns, Old Town.  We are with our friend Nancy walking along a literary path on Irving Place and 18th street. We pause at the homes of O’Henry and Washington Irving, then turn west to enter Old Town at 45 E 18th street. Originally... Continue Reading →

Coney Island on the 4th of July

It seemed like a New York tradition, so we boarded a train to Coney Island to celebrate the 4th of July. We found Nathan's Original Hotdog stand where they were preparing for the annual Hotdog eating contest. We didn't actually see any of the contestants, so we ate some hotdogs ourselves, just to join in... Continue Reading →

Last Rites for a Cookie Store

We went to a funeral. Of sorts. For a cookie.  Actually, it was the cookie baker, Glaser’s Bake Shop. The disputed originator of New York City's iconic cookie known as the Black and White called it quits this week.  The famed Black and White is  a shortbread cookie heavily iced with dark chocolate on half... Continue Reading →

Senatori at the Decimo

It was like spotting Santa Clause or Big Foot or catching a jackalope.  You hear all the stories, you see the evidence they have been here, but you never seem to have your camera out to prove they exist. Like a vampire, street artists come in the middle of the night, produce some of the... Continue Reading →

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