Becky had coined this term through the trip to discuss the tongue teaser that was Broadway walk. In honour of this we let her choose breakfast. Since America runs on Dunkin of course Dunkin Doughnuts fuelled us up for the first leg. Please note we did also share a banana for health reasons and some water.
Three different subway trains took us to the start at 225 Marble Avenue. It is quite the trek from Prospect Park.
The walk started in gorgeous sunshine, our first stop was suggested by Stefan. An Irish bar that was so dark it took a few minutes for your eyes to adjust. Still they had comfy sofas and cheap pitchers.
After a good period of walking up a very long long hill, Becky spotted Crazy Annies. Here we ate some fries and fried avocado fries to keep the alcohol and heat in check.
It was after here that we started stopping a bit too soon in terms of getting large parts of the walk done.
Next up was a busy happening Caribbean bar that was full of people grabbing brunch. For the price we paid for drinks we should have got brunch as well!
By this stage of the walk Emily had got very competitive with Eye Spy and a lot of American only words were being used, we had to respond in kind. Indicators being my favourite to catch the Yanks out.
Emily was approaching her old neighbourhood at Columbia. She took us to a Mexican place for chips and dip plus some frozen margaritas.
I did not help us accomplish much more of the walk by choosing a dive bar only twenty blocks away. I was bullied by everyone into getting two rounds in here as my $9 pitcher was deemed too cheap!
Then the rain came. At first it was nice walking in the rain to cool off, that was before the monsoon. This trapped us for twenty minutes outside a subway station. There was even talk of abandoning the walk.
Yet we pressed on & on & on. With only a bathroom/dry off break at Columbus Circle we walked 81 blocks without stopping. To everyone surprise Becky led the way. Perhaps she was delirious but she set the pace for all us so called athletes. I tailed behind having already gained some lovely blisters. We made it past the numbers to Houston. Stefan had opted for another dark bar just above Botanica. The weather was not being our friend, as no sooner had we left but the heavy rain started again. This time we just got wet and plodded through, as night had descended upon New York City.
Soon the charging Bull was in sight. Emily wanted us to have our photo with the little girl that stands in front of the Bull & all she represents. We took the more crass option and grabbed the Bull by the balls! Our final photo opportunity on the broadwalk was underneath the lamppost signalling the end of the walk.
With extremely sore feat we all limped to the subway home.
Emily picked up a healthy salad meal for tea, while Becky, Stefan and I picked up some takeout pizza from next to the Franklin Avenue stop and stuffed ourselves silly with two lovely pizza pies.