On that 4th evening I was left to explore Williamsburg on my own. To be fair, my answer to their question; “What’s Williamsburg got, anyway” was “Hispsters and craft beer”. Oh, and it’s been called “the most toxic place to live in America“. Oddly, it reminded me of the Northern Quarter, minus the Victorian pubs… Continue reading A WALK ON THE WILD SIDE (WELL, WILLIAMSBURG)
CONEY ISLAND BABY
Sorry for only managing one post yesterday. The internet ran out in Durham, which was completed to the backdrop of High Force waterfall. I know how to live. I also knew that because the Guardianista writers at the New York Rough Guide are so sniffy about Coney Island was all the more reason to spend… Continue reading CONEY ISLAND BABY
EMPIRE STATE HUMAN
Yes, my attempt to blog the American trip entirely by New York musical references continues apace. Look out for future classics from Kajagoogoo, the Wu-Tang Clan and Anton Bruckner, possibly. We walked off the hummus and chimichangas on a stroll alongside the Hudson to the Lincoln Center, a place best known for the quality of… Continue reading EMPIRE STATE HUMAN
THE SUGARHILL GANG
Another arty waffle breakfast, and then Day 3 was the “Big Tourist Day“. Yes, we were headed for Sugar Hill, an historic district of Harlem. I could have used the obvious U2 reference, but we all know “Rapper’s Delight” beats “Angel of Harlem” hands down. Actually, we were headed there by accident, having inadvertently got… Continue reading THE SUGARHILL GANG
NO SLEEP ‘TILL BROOKLYN
“Enough of that Nu Yawk already“ shout readers Dave and Dick from the States. (They really do talk like that, though these days with a distinct Bewdley rather than Brooklyn twang). Sorry, loads more. Back in Brooklyn, 3/4 of our family were wiped out by 6pm, so I had to do the hard yards myself.… Continue reading NO SLEEP ‘TILL BROOKLYN
WOKE UP, IT WAS A CHELSEA MORNING
Just to prove I’m not that obvious, this one isn’t called Breakfast In America. Day 2 dawned, the breakfast bar opened at 7am, and we quickly realised that this was to be the weakest aspect of The Brooklyn’s offer (the rooms were great, i.e. the WiFi was). Stale coffee, Do-It-Yourself waffles in the shape of… Continue reading WOKE UP, IT WAS A CHELSEA MORNING
HEY, MANHATTAN
Day 1 in America, stuffed full of brisket beef and slopped with sun screen that I’d rushed out to get from the “drug store” in Crown Heights. So, where do you start with New York ? Yes, Wall Street, of course. Only 3 stops on what we came to know and love as the “A”… Continue reading HEY, MANHATTAN
