Guy Brighton: SUNDAY 14th DECEMBER L PAIN, SNOW, RAIN, SALT

SUNDAY 14th DECEMBER L PAIN, SNOW, RAIN, SALT

Sunday started having brunch with the Lady and friends (Jason & Celeste) at the cafe at the West Village end of Bleeker Street. Aptly named, the place was crammed, attitude stank and the food (eggs) was dull, plain and poor - when I told the manager chap at the end he implied that it must be something to do with my taste buds because 'just look at the line' - the food must be good (I didn't tell him that the poached eggs looked scrambled, the spinach uncooked and the muffins untoasted). When we left, the Lady refused to let me discuss the matter with Jase and Celeste in case I looked like a whingeing Brit.

Worked off the anger by taking a lone stroll along the river. I hope I never tire of New York in snow.

Ended the day by meeting up with Jase and Celeste and the Lady at a great little bar in Lower East Side called Salt (I must add it to my bar review). Warm, dark, cozy: it was a great relief to be inside drinking Hoegarden from the rain outside washing away the snow. Actually, it's always a great relief to drink Hoegarden anywhere. After three pints I slipped in my thoughts about the brunch before the lady could stop me... and the response, "thank goodness you said that, we thought the food [at Paris Commune] this morning was crap too."

See, I don't whinge that much and only on special search-engine-spidered occasions. Oh, and here: http://travel.roughguides.com/ or here: http://www.epinions.com