After spending the afternoon taking care of errands and finding ways to fully exercise the freedom found in Sunday afternoons: I walked down to the Bridge Cafe, for drinks, and a bite. The Michelin Guide recommended spot is the oldest surviving tavern in New York. Complete with a history beginning as a brothel, and ghost stories; you can read the history in the pattern pressed into the ceiling and seemingly thin walls.
A few featured wines tempted me: Cupcake Chardonnay (2007) and the Dry Creek Chenin Blanc. To nibble, I shared the Crab, Spinach and Artichoke Fondue with everything crisps. A hearty and rich dip that is well matched to the crispy crackers. The vibe read: locals eat here. It's down a quiet lane under the Brooklyn Bridge. When walking there you feel: secret, private and a bit apprehensive. It's simply too sparse for Manhattan. Inside the tavern: warmth, soft laughter and folks with hearty, yet refined appetites.
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