A short walk from our hotel down leafy boulevards past brown stones, breakfasts of gargantuan sizes were consumed. This turned out to be a most fortuitous start as arriving at the metro stop, 5 blocks from the hotel, we found buses and no working metro... We decided to walk through Park Slope as it looked nice, and it was, lots of older hipsters on fixed gear bikes with big headphones on and young couples pushing prams.
After what felt like a marathon but apparently was only three miles we stopped for lunch (yes - it's all about the food) a burrito bar and yet more filled plates, of course not trusting the local water the menfolk had to drink beer...
Suitably sated we walked again, past several metro stops although never for the right line and a cab driver who refused to take us, but it was sunny and I had to walk off a 'chimmied' burrito so I kept my whinging to a minimum...
Finally we found the right line and managed to rest our feet on public transport. I made a decision and we got off a stop earlier than planned and were back in the sun walking, through a more 'interesting' part of Williamsburg, luckily Toto wasn't with us as even he would have realised we weren't in Kansas anymore.
A mile of almost ghetto bought us to our destination, the Cotton Candy Machine, Tara McPherson's shop, and one of the greatest places on earth, although this may have had something to do with being offered a beer as soon as we arrived by the energetic and most knowledgable shop keeper.
Much listening and browsing and purchasing was done post beer, a small photo shoot...
...and we were off again, straight into hipster town, skinny jeans and little beards and skateboards.
Our plan was to hit The Whisky Brooklyn but a strict door policy on ID sent us next door where meat platters, cocktails and Brooklyn beer slowly defused an angry Wissy. Our plan on leaving the Counting Rooms was to cab back to the hotel was derailed slightly 50 yards down the road by another bar named like my local when I lived in Balham, The Bedford... 12 oysters later the seafood eating portion of the party was content. Wissy was especially so as she had talked the chef into giving her crackling from a suckling pig she spied in the kitchen...
Finally a cab, I spent a happy 20 minutes in the front discussing baseball and why Bautista is going to hit home runs on Monday, before a brief detour for dumplings and then to bed... Day two done, pictures here - https://picasaweb.google.com/gbozward/NewYorkDay2May2011#
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