A few weeks ago – three, to be precise – we had a burst of absolutely glorious weather. A high in the mid-fifties? In January? Must take advantage. And so we did.
Of course, there is no better way to begin a sunny day than with a square (or two) of smooth, rich chocolate.
J lives quite close to the start of the High Line, the elevated park that runs from 30th down to 14th. And so we strolled, taking in the sun and scenery.
We descended from the High Line to Chelsea Market, as I was starting to get hungry, but the search for a snack proved fruitless. I wasn’t quite craving what CM had to offer. So we continued towards the West Village, where J found an “appetizer”: a regular slice from Bleeker Street Pizza.
J was still hungry though, and when we walked by Thelassa, he couldn’t resist. The Chapli Roll was hot and tasty.
All the snacking fueled us for the walk back. I forget what happened the rest of the evening, but I do know this was part of it. A chocolate tart from Bouchon Bakery – a nice surprise from J on Friday night, but we didn’t dig into it until Saturday evening.
And the day after? Sunday began with a pistachio croissant picked up along the way to Redeemer. Like chocolate, another great way to begin a day, yeah?