Stefan had the coffee on the go for us this morning. Becky & I were both still feeling tired so this was much appreciated.
For breakfast & the World Cup final we had been invited round to Stefan’s Aunt Lori’s new flat. This is located next to a former pub haunt of mine on 2nd Avenue.
Upon exiting the elevator you presume the flats won’t be that large on the inside. However I was certainly mistaken. A large open plan main room with an outdoor corner terrace. They had remodelled the outdoor decking to give it a lovely soft feel. Equipped with a BBQ heaters it is quite the space. Going through the flat another quieter outdoor area can be accessed through the bedroom.
Stefan’s other Aunt Marty was in town so we had quite a crowd for the game. The food provided was quite a spread, my personal favourite being the German sausage. Becky played with their little dog Zoe.
After the game Lori accompanied us to a Mexican restaurant that Emily and her had heard of to try their famous Bulldog drink. In specially designed plastic cups coronitas are placed upside down in a frozen drink with your choice of tequila or in Becky’s case champagne. Lori had heard people at her work talking about this drink and was therefore keen to try it.
After saying goodbye to Lori we came up with a simple plan for the day. Head south down second avenue towards south street seaport. We found a bar usually every 10 blocks and it was a nice way to see the lower east side. Our first stop was Macfaddens a bar I had previously visited that has a huge range of drafts. Along the way we walked through a street market before popping into a random rooftop bar that had great views across the city. Stefan and I had been to a place before called Albion. Here Emily saw someone she had gone to high school with.
Stefan & Emily had a chance to reminisce about yesteryear. We walked past their first date bar and had to call in. The table that they had sat at was even available. It must have been fate. Also en route was McSorley’s the oldest bar in New York. With sawdust on the floor and a simple beer choice, light or dark. Here we had a table in the corner and the place smelt of alcohol.
By night fall we made it to South Street, but our bar of choice Watermark that sits on the east river with views of the Brooklyn Bridge had closed for the day. Continuing the theme of the day we followed the first sign we saw and found a nice open air bar to finish the night off. The music being played meant we had to sing along to the Back Street Boys.