Fifth and a Drink

2minxinx2minxinx2minxinx2minxinx2minxinx2minxinxAnother day in the city. Marcela and I started at a hood spot near home for “breakfast” even though technically it was like 3pm. A friend Crystal has been telling me non-stop about this place, and I figured it was about that time.  I texted her to ask for suggestions, and she stressed how I better get a drink. Apparently this place has super strong drinks for a good amount and an even better price, I was sold. She suggested the blue Hawaiian, but I decided to go for a piña colada, one of my weak spots. Marci went for a Miami Vice, hers was pretty good, but she was complaining that it was too strong, while I was too busy slurping my drink and wishing I had more. The food was pretty damn good. We have been on this shrimp fest lately so that’s what we went with.

We headed to 5th avenue right after, I mean, we needed to walk off this gluttony somehow. We went into Bergdorf Goodman, where we got to stare at pretty $20,000 dresses that we could never afford, walked through central park for a bit, I showed her Rockefeller Center and even went inside the St. Patrick’s Cathedral. How sad is it that I used t work right across the street for a year and never stepped foot inside, shame on me. It was beautiful, no matter how much of a mess it looked like because of all the construction. When we walked in the mass was just ending, Marcela lit a candle and said a quick prayer for a friend, and we headed to dinner afterwards. I swear, I can get used to used this. I’ve always been one to try new foods (unless it has curry or pickles) but I never realized how much I actually haven’t tried hard enough to expand my taste buds. We walked into a tiny spot on 5th and 56th, we ordered some Ramen, and it was delicious!kiss kiss