Is it any wonder this lamppost fell down?
Bedford Avenue is Williamsburg’s main drag so the city is very fortunate no one was killed as it keeled over.
New York City’s infrastructure is crumbling. This is the tip of the iceberg.
All is well here in my Williamsburg, Brooklyn abode. The building swayed during the bigger gusts enough to make us worry a little, but my neighbors and I didn’t lose power. I’m feeling grateful.
We have trees in Williamsburg, but not like in Brownstone Brooklyn.
My friend Melissa Hope Chusid created this great collage about life returning to normal on the Upper East Side.
When I walked through my own neighborhood this afternoon, Mast Brothers had reopened. Momofuku Milkbar had not. Nor had Modca. Oslo was open – thank goodness – but didn’t have any pastries understandably. Pies n Thighs was not only open, but delivering.
The subway still isn’t working so I’m Brooklyn-bound for a few days.
Good riddance, Sandy.
While in Northern California, my friend C and I went to Bottega in Yountville for dinner. It had been on her ‘to try’ list for a while and I was happy to play along. C likes good food. I trust her implicitly.
Bottega didn’t disappoint.
Generous wine samples from a charming bartender. A very delicious condiment of olive oil, garlic, red pepper and parmesan for bread.
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