It's nice to be home. Not that I didn't enjoy NYC, which is where I  was this weekend, but after a 7-hour train ride doing nothing but  sitting on my butt, readjusting my pillow so it would stop falling on  the person sitting behind me, and trying over and over to go to sleep,  it's nice to be able to move freely.
But that's  not what this post is about. In fact, this post is going to be one long  rant from me about a weekend in the city with one of my oldest and  closest friends, Nimra, and the ridiculous shenanigans we got into.
And the food. Oh, yes, the food. So much food. Such good food.
I arrived at midnight on Friday night after one of the most  disastrous train rides I've ever experienced [long story short, I was a  few hours late], but Nimra showed me around Barnard and Columbia [though  I've been to the city countless times with family, I've never really  seen anything besides downtown and midtown NYC], and we ate some Pad  Thai next to Athena on the Columbia steps.
Despite how  gorgeous the area was, how nice it was to be catching up with an old  friend I hadn't seen in about two years, and how exhilarating it was  being in one of the liveliest cities in the world, I couldn't help but  feel an overwhelming sense of jealousy of Nimra's ability to go to some  random Thai restaurant off of some random street whenever she pleases  and buy some phenomenal Pad Thai. Probably for much cheaper than the two  options I have here in Cville. So. Unfair.
The rest of  the weekend passed far too quickly for my liking. Walked 60 or 70  blocks and took a tour of the Upper East and West Sides, Midtown,  Downtown, Noho, Soho, Chelsea, and Union Square, strolled through  Central Park, danced in a conga line outside of the Julliard School,  chatted with a magician about Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter at FAO  Schwarz, were lectured by a guard about the proper way of being proposed  to at Tiffany's, and went from rags to riches at 
La Boheme at the Lincoln Center. All in all, a damn successful trip, especially for only 36 hours.
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| the generosity of some New Yorkers sometimes blows my mind. especially  when it results in free, front-row seat tickets to the Opera. | 
And, oh yeah, the food. Let's get to that, shall we?
Saturday morning we had brunch at quite possibly the cutest restaurant I've ever been to in my life, 
Alice's Tea Cup.  Predictably, the entire restaurant is Alice in Wonderland themed. Walls  painted bright colors, glass-top tables with Alice in Wonderland  memorabilia underneath, dainty, mismatched tea cups, a gift shop full of  tea sets and Mad Hatter hats. It was 
darling.
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| scones and Roobios vanilla coconut tea. | 
I ordered scones, one pumpkin and one strawberry-lemon, with a pot of  Rooibos coconut vanilla tea [Roobios is an African red tea that is  naturally decaffeinated and slightly sweet]. They were delicious. The  tea especially. Now, I'm not a tea connoisseur, but the variety of tea  they had here blew my mind. I wanted to try  them all, but unfortunately  could not. The coconut vanilla that I did have, though, was phenomenal.  Nimra ordered loco coco hot chocolate, spiced with cinnamon, nutmeg,  and cayenne pepper, and French toast bread  pudding. I think the bread  pudding was one of the most delicious things I have ever tasted. It was  cubed French toast soaked in brandy apricot tea and baked in a mug.  Warm, comforting, perfectly sweetened, and divine. Alice's Tea Cup is  releasing a cookbook in about two weeks, and I am strongly considering  purchasing it solely for this bread pudding recipe. If you're ever in  NYC, you 
must check this place out.
Not to mention I want to purchase a vintage tea set 
badly now.
After brunch, we walked around for hours and hours and checked out the  city. Before dinner, I had requested that we hit up 
Max Brenner's Chocolate By the Bald Man, a favorite restaurant of mine in Union Square. It's a small chain; I think there are only a handful of locations in the U.S. But it is the chocolate lover's Eden. Seriously. They have a 
chocolate menu. I've had some pretty amazing desserts here in the past [my cousins introduced me to it a few years ago], but unfortunately, there wasn't enough time on this trip to have a meal there. Instead, I picked up some hot cocoa mix; they didn't have my favorite dark chocolate this weekend, but they had a new flavor out: gingerbread spice hot chocolate. I can't wait till it cools down here in Cville enough for me to justify making intensely thick and rich hot chocolate. [Though, knowing me, I won't be able to wait that long.]
 We stopped for dinner before the Opera at a little Italian joint  called
 Bianca. I had suggested this one, as I had heard of it  before, but I was still skeptical; ever since coming back from Italy, I  could name all the decent Italian restaurants I've come across on one  hand. Everything just falls flat
 in comparison to the real deal. But this one  was a winner.
Bordetto di pesce [fish and shellfish stew with a light tomato and olive  oil broth, served with crusty bread] for me and 
ravioli di ricotta con  burro e salvia [ravioli with ricotta, butter, and sage] for Nimra. Both  were absolutely delicious. Silky smooth, surprisingly light, and really  authentic. It would have been the perfect meal had the squid not had its  damn tentacles still attached. I can't eat things with tentacles. Or  eyeballs. [I'm a terrible foodie, I know, but I don't care]. But I  digress. For dessert we split a 
tortino di cioccolata, this really rich,  dense dessert that pretty much tasted like a bittersweet Hershey bar in  cake form. Amazingly good. If I could, I would recreate all three  dishes.
Sunday brunch in NYC was quite an experience; everywhere was 
packed [more so than usual]
.  My oldest friend, Maliha, joined us for brunch which was lovely, since I  hadn't seen her in 4 years. So, it was the three of us out, and I  wasn't expecting us to have to wait too long, since we were a relatively  small group. Mistaken. It was probably an hour long wait total, from  walk-in to actually getting our food. But worth the wait. We were at an  adorable place called 
Cafe Lalo [the same one featured in "You've Got Mail"].
If  I ever have my own bakery, I would want it to look just like Cafe Lalo.  It's so bohemian inside, with vintage art on the walls, interesting  lights on the ceiling, small tables packed close together, bustling with  chitchat, and a three-tiered glass case full of some of the most  scrumptious pies, tarts, cakes, cheesecakes, cookies, and brownies that  I've ever seen.
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| not my photo, but I wanted to give you a glimpse of the sugar invasion. | 
It was a perfect brunch spot; there were so many menu items it was hard  to choose. The Belgian waffles caught my eye, but knowing that I was  going to be getting dessert, I decided on something savory.
Steamed eggs with goat cheese, tomatoes, oregano, and  basil, served with roasted potatoes and Tuscan salad. Maliha got steamed  eggs as well, and Nimra ordered a Gouda and spinach sandwich on toasted  multigrain.
And, of course, since I have the biggest sweet tooth in the world and a  never-ending black hole for a stomach, we had to order dessert. Blueberry cheesecake  and pear apple tart. Both were divine. Especially the cheesecake. [Not  that I'm biased at all].
Ugh. I pretty much died and went to heaven this weekend. Eating and  eating and eating. Didn't feel too bad about it either, since we walked  so much that my legs are sore. But I'm severely in delicious food  withdrawal now. Before catching the Amtrak home, I bought some KFC wraps  to eat for dinner [so I wouldn't have to  resort to eating an  overpriced blueberry muffin], which 
paled in comparison to previous Thai, Italian, and brunch foods [to be honest, I had one bite before I chucked the thing in the trash].
I'm only disappointed in the lack of time I had to spend there. Chelsea had suggested a few restaurants that I should go to around the city, and there are a few I've heard of that I would have liked to try, but 36 hours is just not enough for New York. I doubt an entire lifetime is either, if you're a foodie, but definitely more than 36 hours needed.
*sigh* I'm already planning my next trip back.
In  other news, I have so many cans of pumpkin in my apartment that I need  to put them to good use soon. PLUS, apple picking this weekend, so there  will be bags of fresh apples to use in pies and cakes.
Ugh, I love fall. And the horrific consequences it will have on my waistline.