Since I’ve been back in New York I almost feel like I’m in a new place, although familiar because now I know my way around. One of the ways I’ve been enjoying this city is by going out to eat and reuniting with friends. On this particular day I was meeting up with a friend I knew from college (it’s a funny story actually), and she recommended this place called Bread in Nolita. I was up for it!
There was an old scooter parked in front of the restaurant in Italian fashion.
I took a seat by the bar to wait for my friend, and just observe the restaurant.
Then my friend arrived and we were reunited!
Like the name implies, their specialty is anything bread, but they have plenty of other options…
Like pastas, salads, vegetable starters, soups, sharing plates, entrees, and desserts! They also have plenty of beverages to choose from–especially wines. It took us–no joke–more than 30 minutes for us to finally decide what we wanted. Most of that time we were talking away, catching up with each other. The waiter checked back on us frequently and had a good attitude about us taking forever. Eventually we decided that we needed to change our focus to the menu. What to choose, what to choose.
In my last post I asked you all what foods tested your patience. It seems that pistachios, roasting, and pomegranates are at the top of the list! Such little buggers. Patience in a bigger picture, to me, is something that teaches a person that the universe is not at our beck and call. That sometimes we have to wait to get what we want, and sometimes it never comes at all. It’s an exercise for the ego.
Backtracking to when my parents visited in December, I thought I’d share some snapshots of my neighborhood.
Taking the pups out for a windy walk along the Hudson River
The other little buggers.
My parents came to visit during the end of the holiday season, and on Christmas Eve (it’s been awhile) I wanted to make something heartwarming. I had saved a recipe for “Fennel, Pepper, and Saffron Stew with Garlic Toast” awhile ago, and it seemed like the right occasion.
The fennel added this underlying sweetness to the soup.
It had me at Manchego cheese.
Manchego could be the name over a lover, don’t you think? Francisco Manchego De La Cruz.