Keefer brings over iced coffee around noon. After a couple sips and a quick chat, we walk across the bridge and grab some cheap sushi in the East Village. After lunch, Keefer wisely suggests (is it just me, but don’t you crave something sweet after salty Asian food?) some fro yo. A pretty cool idea: you pick a flavor of choice, add your favorite toppings, weigh and pay, and you’re good to go. I picked the classic “Eurotart” with fresh strawberries. Perfection.
Then it’s off to Odin to scoop up the last Rag & Bone waxed canvas messenger in olive…which I love love love. I’m going to wear it to death this fall and winter.
We cab it back to Williamsburg, and can’t find anything fun to do. We’re completely stumped. But while rambling around the neighborhood streets, we stumble a park along the water…with the best view of Manhattan. It’s the perfect place to lay out, read, picnic, and people-watch. Keefer and I pick a bench and soak in the scenery.
Our next Terrible Tuesday is already planned; picnic in the park (weather permitting, of course)!
We’re getting hungry again so we dine sidewalk-style at Zipe Zape. And everything is just perfect: from the sangria to the croquetas to the baked oysters with aioli. Definitely worth a repeat visit very soon. Then it’s off to Marlow for some bubbles and the chocolate caramel tart. Belly all full and we don’t care! After all the good food and drink, we decide not to “chase the night” (a Keefer original). I go home, listen to Obama, and get a blissful night’s rest. The end.