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Weekend Recap

Weekends are just the absolute best, especially when you don’t have children (sorry, but also per our experience, true), and we lived it up and laid like logs in due measure.

Friday night we had a great friend and former mutual colleague over for appetizers, followed by the tasting menu at Domo Domo for dinner. Domo Domo is one of my  absolute favorites in the city for sushi, and have just expanded into a massive new space next door on Houston street as well. For the best meal, the experience at the original bar, where each pair is assigned a dedicated chef- is unbeatable. This time, we sat in the new space, which was beautifully done if not grossly understaffed. Nonetheless, the food was exceptional and the company even better. It was a perfect Friday night.

Saturday we woke up to torrential and unceasing downpours that lasted all day, leaving us with a pretty ideal situation: a brand new season of Master of None, and virtually nothing else competing for our time. We somehow managed to watch 6 episodes in a row, and each one is absolutely masterful. I already knew Aziz Ansari was a genius, but the light he sheds on the lives of women, people of color, immigrants, the children of immigrants, friendship, religion, wanderlust, career dissatisfaction, and relationships- is astounding. Needless to say, we barrelled through the remaining episodes on Sunday and don’t regret a single moment. HIGHLY recommend Master of None on Netflix for those who haven’t yet enjoyed it.

Aziz biking through Modena in Episode I – shot in black in white in an homage to old Italian cinema

Francesca (Aziz’s on-show love interest) and Dev (Aziz) in Washington Square Park

Eventually, we had to rise up for some fresh air, and attended a birthday party on the Upper East Side for a dear friend of ours who is extremely talented and all around lovely. With the intent to just pop in for a drink, we ended up staying for 4 hours. I think the running theme here is that my husband and I completely lack self control, lol.

As the Italians say, ALLORA….onto Sunday.

Minetta Tavern

Sunday morning started off as it usually does, with coffee and the paper, and we followed it up with a beautiful and sunny walk through Washington Square and deep into the east village, looping back again to meet our friend Tom for brunch at Minetta Tavern. We have a shared obsession with Minetta’s divine burgers and decided to gorge ourselves this Sunday, if for no other reason than that none of us had plans with our mothers for brunch. As always, it was decadent and amazing.

Washington Square truly showing off after the rain

 

Batman even made an appearance

There was a brief but intense rain storm that followed in the afternoon, followed by the most glorious sunshine, and we decided once again to head to the park. It was the dreamiest Sunday afternoon- the sun was so bright it created rainbows in the fountain, and the bubble man was there making these enormous bubbles that all of the children were going mad for. We sat on a bench and watched the young families with the small children who were losing their minds, the couples on romantic strolls, the beautiful dogs standing majestically in pairs, and all of the characters with boomboxes strapped to bicycles who come to the park to get attention. It was a quintessentially New York day, and the perfect end to a perfect weekend.

Finally, I’d be remiss to comment on Mother’s Day itself being yesterday. Being the excellent children we are, we sent our mother’s flowers to enjoy for the entirety of the weekend, and woke them up with calls yesterday too. We love them both so dearly, and are so lucky to have them in our lives. Mothers make the world go round (literally) and the ones in our midst are the very best, and deserve all of the love and adoration not just yesterday, but everyday. To them all, I wish a million weekends like these, or at the least, a million little kisses and hugs to make up for it.

With all my love,

Miss Sheiky xxx