My friend Tanya just got a fancy new camera, so she wanted to break it in by taking some pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge, and invited me along. I haven’t walked the bridge since 2010, when I first started this blog. And, oh goodness, I literally cringe every time I read that post. I mean, just bad, awkward writing. Who talks like that?! I want to hide in a corner.
Even with all the ongoing construction, the views are fantastic. Sure it’s crowded and you have a lot of angry cyclists yelling at pedestrians, “This is the bike lane, get out of the waaaaaay!”, but when you go into it prepared for all that (and maybe a smart-ass comment or two if someone gets exceedingly nasty with you), then it’s totally fine. But it also helps if you don’t actually walk in the bike lane. Not that we did that or anything, ahem.
We arrived in Brooklyn starving, so we walked to Vinegar Hill House for brunch and begrudgingly waited 40 minutes for a table. Let me tell you, worth the wait. I feel kind of silly saying this because just two weeks ago I raved about my “favoritest brunch“, but this…this made my life. Pear pancakes, perfectly cooked poached eggs atop smoked trout, sausage and bacon with just the right amount of crispness and some great coffee. It’s seasonal food so the menu’s constantly changing which is, when I think about it, a pretty cool way to get you to keep coming back for more. I’m sold. And yes, definitely coming back for more.
With all the walking we did that day, I’m surprised we made it over that bridge a second time. With that said, I slept so well that night and wasn’t at all guilty for skipping the gym either. I’ll take this over the elliptical any day.