There is no dearth of visitors when you live in New York City. I’m sure our parents would still visit even if we lived in the middle of Iowa, but I have a sneaking suspicion that it wouldn’t be quite so often.
When they visit:
I. Our diet expands beyond peanut butter, pasta and cereal, and we remember the joys of NYC restaurants.
II. Mom pulls out the guide books and we break out of the normal routine of hanging out in the Lower East Side, Williamsburg and Park Slope. On a walk down Second Avenue, Mom noticed that there’s a tiny cemetery nestled between tenements in the East Village. Who knew… Dad became quite the tech guy and figured out how to use Google Maps. After navigating Vietnam with topographic maps, he said strolling through Brooklyn with Google Maps was a piece of cake. Still, we were impressed because technology is not his forte. (He types with one finger). Unlike the East Village cemetery, I knew Brooklyn Botanic Garden existed, but we had never visited. Amateur move—it’s a lovely way to spend a few hours on a Sunday afternoon. I now know what it must be like to be a wealthy English family that strolls through their grounds before supper.
On Monday we started walking towards Green-Wood Cemetery with plans to eat breakfast beforehand. But we kept holding out for a better restaurant and by the time we got to the cemetery we hadn’t eaten a morsel. Fortunately, Baked in Brooklyn is near the cemetery entrance so we picked up rolls, lox and yogurt for a fortuitous picnic. I highly recommend cemetery picnics. There’s no sand to make your sandwiches crunchy, no frisbees flying overhead and it’s awfully quiet. (We popped into a chapel and mom discovered this subtle public health announcement in the stained glass. Breastfeeding is best!) Scouting out the best tombstones to dine among. Yes, some pretty famous people rest in Brooklyn. And to end with a complete non-sequitur—Mom and I had delicious soul food at Amy Ruth’s in Harlem.