Isn’t that a clever name? I wish I could say I came up with it, but I didn’t – the smarties over at Colonie in Brooklyn Heights did. This drink was summer in a glass – the bartender freshly juices a cucumber and then mixes in all the rest of the lovely ingredients, which include my favorite, St. Germain. And any summer beverage with mint in it is a win.
To complete the seasonal bliss, the food is incredible, comes in small plates (so you don’t get too full, ie uncomfortable in the heat) and then when that whole lovely experience is over, you get to wander back to the subway as the sun sets over the lovely that is Brooklyn Heights.
So, did you guess yet that #ilovesummer? Yes, I write in hashtags now.
Photos courtesy of Agatha’s iPhone and Colonie’s lovely interiors and concotions. The doughnut with salty caramel custard is pretty mind blowing.
A couple weeks ago we made the drive up to Watch Hill, Rhode Island to enjoy a heavenly weekend of peace, quiet and complete indulgence at the famous Ocean House. What we found was an experience that shows us how the other half lives. And we definitely could get used to it. Needless to say when you stay somewhere that anticipates your every desire before you even know what it would be, you begin to understand why people spend the money. It was completely worth it. A hotel stay that has champagne waiting for you upon arrival has our names written all over it.
We were astounded at the quality of every single detail… The bath and bed linens, memory foam mattress, chenille throws, orchids in the bathroom, Molton Brown bath products, robes with matching slippers, river rock bottomed shower, marble tub, and iPad that came with our room so you could read the New York Times in the morning while sipping coffee with a view of the Atlantic was only the beginning. We were struggling to find details that they actually had not thought through. When you enter the WC and think, “Oh crap where will I put my robe? I wish there was a hook. Oh, of course there f’ing is.”, you know you’re never going to find anything to complain about. And everyone knows we turn complaining into an Olympic sport.
We spent the majority of the Saturday we were there first enjoying lavender massages followed by sipping cucumber water while sitting on a chaise that overlooked the ocean from a circular room on the beach’s edge. This is when we realized that the trip we justified by saying it would be a once in a lifetime experience would be happening annually. Oopsie.
Because the Oh! Spa wasn’t enough ridiculousness we followed that with enjoying an evening in the Seasons restaurant and had a difficult time choosing from the delicious farm-to-table menu. What arrived on our table was simply a work of art. Perfectly sized portions (of course because they wouldn’t have it any other way) led us through multiple courses of a meal that didn’t leave us overly full.
By the time Sunday came to end we realized a couple things. On a serious note that spending quality time together was so important. As is investing in your own sanity. You need to find a getaway that allows you to escape from everyday stress, hustle and bustle. But on a less serious note we realized we really f’ing need a butler. Preferably a British one.
For all our pics take a look at Magdalena’s Instagram
We were the kids that grew up with very few rules to live by. No curfews. But a lot of pressure to make adult decisions about what could get us into trouble. One rule we did however live by – family eats together. We never questioned that while we could go galavanting around with our friends, participating in a variety of shenanigans, then our rumps better be promptly at the dinner table daily. No questions asked. No excuses.
So many years later we continue this tradition. We relaxed the other week with a wonderfully wholesome meal at The Smith at Lincoln Center. We may have ordered the birthday cake dessert because why not celebrate every Friday with candles?
Tonight we are enjoying a family dinner with the parentals that started it all. But now that we are older we don’t need any excuses. It’s just a lovely way to decompress after a busy week.
After a ridiculously stressful week at work it’s so wonderful to quietly withdraw yourself into your non-work world and remember things that are simple but important. As I walked the blocks surrounding my apartment in the sunshine this afternoon I smiled at how much I really love where I live. Not to mention how much better life is with gelato.