“Don’t believe everything they tell you, it’s still New York!” Some wise advice from our cab driver before we got out of his car. But it doesn’t feel like New York at all anymore when we arrived at the property of Blue Hill at Stone Barns during sunset. We passed by the grazing cows, drove up the long lane through the gardens and walked up to the big barn where we arrived at the restaurant and entered the philosophy of Dan Barber. READ MORE
Finding restaurant Freemans might be a bit of a challenge but if we’re talking about so called hidden gems we can count this one in for sure. At the end of a small, dark alley on the Lower East Side you’ll find a string of lights leading you to the charming entrance of Freemans. The alley separates you from the city, and even though the place is not that hidden anymore (open for more than 10 years already), it still made me feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland, stepping into a new world I wanted to explore.
The inside is a collection of cosy, intimate rooms. Even though you might not have a house filled with mounted animals, this place is one where you will feel right at home. Wooden tables, wooden floors, collections of paintings, flowers.. It’s a comforting place and so is the food they serve. Feel good, simple, rustic American food like mac and cheese, stews, sausage plates and much more.
When I visited the restaurant (October 2013) it was just before Halloween so pumpkin dishes were served everywhere. I love these orange veggies so at Freemans I enjoyed the fluffy American pumpkin pancakes with maple syrup, ice-cream and bacon on the side. It was a quiet peaceful weekday lunch for me but this place is packed during weekends and in the evenings as well for before/ after dinner cocktails.
Freemans, at the end of the Freeman Alley, Off Rivington Street between the Bowery and Chrystie Street
New York is loaded with beautiful, good looking, hip and happening places but high on my to do list was the maybe not so hipster but still happening Katz’s Deli. The kosher style restaurant is famous for their pastrami sandwiches which, as a pastrami fetishist, I had to try. The super-kingsized sandwich with huge pickles on the side was everything, and more, I hoped for. But actually, it was Peter, Susi and Vera who made my Katz’s experience unforgettable. These dedicated Katz’s fans never miss the opportunity to go there whenever they’re in New York, taking the post-pastrami burps for granted. The wonderful company of these warm and friendly people made this one of the best evenings I had in New York, if not the best.
Extra note: In real life the sandwich was even bigger but I was too eager and started eating before taking this picture.
New York, New York! What not to love about this city. Amazing food everywhere. The best pizza, the best sushi, the best ramen, had it all here.
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