Our country cousin arrived this week. It is important to note that he is actually from the Ozarks of Missouri (ran around in his underwear and barefeet till he was 10, as he likes to remind us) lest people mistake him for a hipster. As we walked around Williamsburg, where half the men have big beards and suspenders, Tommy fit right in. Of course he wanted to “punch in the face” every other person that walked by.
We attempted to get drinks on the Wythe Hotel rooftop — but the long line in the rain was too much. Then we headed to
Bushwick to eat supper at Roberta’s — but there was a 2-3 hour expected wait. So we went around the corner to a delicious dinner at Tutu’s, and then headed to the Lower East Side, and to il laboratorio del gelato, for dessert.
On Saturday, we played in Prospect Park with Jude and Lochy, dropped the babies back off in Queens, and then devoured about 6 orders of pork soup dumplings (plus noodle entrees) at Joe’s Shanghai.
Sunday was spent back in Park Slope, helping out at the 5th ave market.