Joyeux 14 Juillet!
My Sunday began easy breezy at Fabiane's in Billyburg. Just me, my book, a pain au chocolat and an iced latté. The perfect way to start a Sunday, especially with so much ahead to look forward to. After breakie, I headed into Manhattan to St. Patrick's Cathedral, and ran smack dab into the middle of mass as well as the neighboring street fair. Making my way up Madison, I then wandered around the Bastille Day on 60th celebration. Super packed with both festival goers as well as participants, I ended up getting snaggled into selling pastries for one of my former employers, Payard. I've been a little hesitant about venturing back into working with the public, though it's crossed my mind recently, unsure of if I could handle that kind of chaos again. Wonderful! I loved it! Even if people do turn into vultures when it comes to food. Jeez.
After a couple of hours of feeding the masses, Jessica and Zach met me at the stand before walking back down through the city to make another appointment. Meanwhile, I headed back to Greenpoint for a little R&R before making my way back on the subway and down to Carroll Gardens for their huge very French-filled Bastille Day celebration sponsored by Bar Tabac. Gorgeous people, zee flowing French tongue, sand everywhere for pétanque, dancing in the streets, skaters flying through the air, beer a-flowin, merguez a-grillin'. Does it really get any better'nis? I'm not so sure. Jessica and Zach ended up meeting me there just as it was ending, and since Bar Tabac was just a scoatch crowded, we wandered over to Chili Thai on Court Street for a calm Thai dinner in the back garden. They definitely have the best Massaman curry I've had yet in the city, almost comparing to Seattle's Thaiku (#24). Almost, minus the crunchy noodles and oooo-mommy goodness that makes me dream about it way too often.
After dinz, we headed back to Bar Tabac, which had tamed down a tad, grabbed a drink and watched the entertaining folks who'd apparently been drinking all day long... under the sun... and it showed. Hahaha. Drunk people are funny.
Last night, I had dinner at DuMont with Jim. Glorious little spot in Williamsburg on Union Ave. I don't really know the area that well, but apparently others do, as the gorgeous back patio was packed. Such a sunny day, unfortunately the interior was bare, though the décor is lovely, especially the swanky leather seats. Our menu included Chilled Cucumber Soup with Yogurt & Dill; Ricotta & Mint Ravioli with a Sweet Pea Broth, Wild Mushrooms & Parmesan; a Crispy Artichoke Salad with Baby Arugula, Parmesan, Lemon, Herbs & a Creamy Garlic Dressing; Smoked Barbecued Spare Ribs with a Ginger Molasses Sauce; the DuMont Burger; Tomato Salad; and Grilled Diver Scallops. All smallish plates, but delish. Thanks Jim & Chef Polo! Highly recommended.
Today's been pretty lazy so far, but will keep you posted if anything scrumptious happens. In the meantime, bon appétit.






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