Day two started out bright and early at 7am, partly due to the horrendous travel side effect that is jet lag and partly due to the fact I had booked us on a tour cruise kind of thing. So we ran off onto the subway, vanilla matcha latte (soy) in hand and after getting very confused we ended up on the right subway train to Port 16. Then we walked for quite a while in the wrong direction, realised, then picked up the pace ( we ran) as we realised we were going to be late. We then arrived at the port, hands on knees hyperventilating as we boarded the yacht. After a 20 minute introduction to the tour in mandarin we thought we’d ended up on the wrong yacht, anyway the guy started speaking English so we were good.
After the tour and in an attempt to subdue my hunger I then bought and ingested the worst hot dog I’ve ever eaten in my life. Here’s a word of advice when you’re in NYC, be discerning when picking your hot dog vendor as not all hot dog carts are made equal… I knew the only thing that could help me forget the hot dog made by satan himself was a wandering shopping trip of SoHo. SoHo is my fave because it’s a mix of the usual suspects (Sephora, Bloomingdales, Victoria’s Secret) and one-off boutiquey shops (Dash, Scoop NYC etc.). We also wandered into Patricia Field which has become less wearable than the last time I visited. It was crazy before but now it’s like carnival dressing and very Pride…Pride ended a while back now so please update your stock, thanks.
We met with Vianel New York in the afternoon at their studio. Vianel make super cool card holders/wallets etc. out of exotic animal skins (ostrich, lizard etc.). They can also emboss each item with anything you want including a nice selection of emojis. Yes, the “100” on a card holder or the “heart eyes” on a wallet. I got a phone case with So Versailles front and centre and a money bag emoji, ’cause it’s cute…right?
We visited the 9/11 museum, which is incredibly well put together and really hits home but is also very intense, so if you’re a person sensitive to such subject matter then you may want to take a lot of tissues with you. Either way, I highly recommend everyone visiting.
My death row meal is crawfish. I love crawfish, like you don’t get it, I could happily eat it every day for the rest of my life. Now, in London/the UK, it’s incredibly hard if not impossible to find a crab/crawfish boil restaurant, but once I booked my flights to NYC I began doing my research into crawfish boils….and The Boil cropped up. If you know crawfish, you’ll love this place, if you don’t love crawfish, go and become fully aware of your never-before-realised love for this little tiny lobster-looking creature and its buttery flesh. I ordered 2lbs of crawfish with The Boil’s signature sauce and sausage (next level sausage). My eyes almost rolled into the back of my head…it was glorious.
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