After a walk in Central Park, we found ourselves hungry for breakfast in the Upper West Side. After a quick walk, a few photos of the Guggenheim Museum and a slight turn around, we found ourselves at Bluestone Lane.
Now, what’s interesting about this location of Bluestone Lane is that it’s in (or next to, if you prefer) The Church of Heavenly Rest. After putting our names down and being told we had a 20 minute wait, we ventured into the church.
Offering refuge from the heat of New York and the bustling streets of 5th Avenue, The Church offered conditioning and a place to rest. Sure, standing outside and sweating while waiting for your name to be called sounds like a great time. But, you know what’s better? Being indoors and awash in history. I remember looking up at the stained glass, in awe that such beauty was painstakingly created. He reflected on how challenging it would be to change the light bulbs in such high strung sky fixtures. A patron sang prayer hymns at the pulpit. It was a perfect moment.
Soon, the expected waiting time past. We checked on our names at Bluestone Lane and were quickly seated. First came the drinks – a classic mimosa for me and a Torquay (pineapple, carrot, orange, ginger root, turmeric) for him.
Breakfast soon followed. His Breakfast Bowl (sautéed kale, avocado, heirloom cherry tomatoes, red quinoa, feta, poached egg) looked delicious. However, my Avocado Smash (Balthazar toast with tahini, heirloom cherry tomatoes, feta, sunflower sprouts & e.v.o.o – topped with a heavy hand of prosciutto) was better than any avocado on toast I’ve had in Los Angeles. Granted, I don’t know if it was the sun, the feeling of being in New York on such a bright and sunny day… no, wait – it was definitely that good. Why? Because I had to go out of California to get avocados, unpretentiously heaped on toast. Plus, the bread. A thick slice of Balthazar bread makes mornings better.
Finishing up, I wanted coffee to sip as we strolled. After conversing with a friendly waitress, I order an Aussie Iced Latte (a double shot of espresso poured over milk and ice-cream, finished with fresh coffee beans) to go.
We debated on stopping in the Guggenheim to take a look and use Maurizio Cattelan: “America” (a fully functional 18-karat gold toilet). But, the Metropolitan Museum of Art seemed more – befitting for the day.