No one will ever be on this same itinerary, but if one had to spent all morning in Manhattan, and fly by the same (early) afternoon, this was a great eating itinerary, assuming you’re conducting business above 57th street.
I really enjoy their espresso blends. In fact, the stuff that “works” (by works, I mean stuff I’m able to extract, with my lowly espresso pulling skills) on my machinet are all out of towners: Grumpy and Verve. Of course a visit to a cafe was needed.
The location of Gimme is truly something I enjoy about Manhattan’s ludicrous zoning laws: it’s located in the middle of a serene (for Lower East Side), small 1 way street, full of mixed use walk-ups. Yes, I know Gimme! isn’t actually from New York, NY, but it’s from NY, and that’s close enough for this need. Of note, my espresso machine really enjoye working with Gimme! beans. I don’t know why this stubborn affection, but let’s just say the Pasquini has a mind of its own. Since then, I’ve been able to find Gimme! Coffee regularly at Broome Street General Store in LA’s Silver Lake area. It’s a extremely narrowly “curated” gift & sandwich shop with insame prices to boot. However, when it comes to coffee beans, the Gimme! is priced at $12/12 oz bag which makes it about 33% more affordable than anything coming out of Handsome or other premium roasters. So yes, I drink espresso roasted in Itasca, because I can.
Little Brown Chocolate was a quick snack in between meetings that day. The hot chocolate was seriously delicious. Since 2011, Little Brown Chocolate, a really overpriced hot chocolate and brownie and cakes kind of joint, was apparently bought and sold to Koffeecakes Korner. It surely isn’t the same as the old hot chocolate based store, but Manhattan isn’t lacking in the random dessert/pastries shop department.
Marea.. O Marea.. I don’t know.. I had a miss connection with a fellow foodiot at Marea. She looked at me, I looked at her, we smiled, she ate her noodles, I ate my fish… she was solo, I was due for a flight in 3 hours… We could’ve shared a dessert at Marea. Instead, I was left wondering: what the hell is this chick’s story? Solo dining at Marea lunch prix fixe on a Thursday while completely under dressed, clearly from Columbia? OK, then.
Beyond that little platonic interlude, the lunch prix fixe at Marea was just not as interestiing as the previous ones I’ve had at Jean George, or Bouley’s, but it was probably my own fault, since there are signature dishes that the staff pushed for, and I had either had an similar ingredients that week, or some of the dishes simply didn’t sound outright interesting. The granchio of blue crab bordered bland, but the pairing of a yogurt with crab morsels and dehydrated speck was interesting. Nonetheless, a nice little meal to say good bye to the city with, and to get back on the airplane with those lil chocolate bites.