Just when I think east London’s hipster scene gives New York’s some serious competition, I discover a mayonnaise shop in Brooklyn. Yes, a shop that sells only mayonnaise. Shoreditch may have a cat cafe and Brick Lane a cereal cafe, but there’s nothing quite so hipster as Empire Mayonnaise in Clinton Hill.
There are protests in London. The Occupy movement has taken over one of the city’s most famous landmarks, St Paul’s Cathedral. Across the pond, the Occupy Wall Street movement that inspired its London counterpart was in full swing until last week. When I left home on Wednesday to travel to New York City for my mother’s birthday, I felt a bit like I was going to the same city from which I had come.
I will never forget my first trip to New York City. It was at the beginning of my sophomore year at Brown. Earlier that week, I decided to wake up in time for breakfast at the dining hall for the second time ever. As I stood in line, the girl in front of me told the woman serving her that she was sad because a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center in New York City. It was September 11, 2001.
After a week of family fun and culinary indulgence in San Francisco, I took my moveable feast to New York to visit my cousin in Brooklyn. She and I went to Brown together but haven’t seen much of each other since then, so I thought it would be fun to stop by for the weekend on my way back to London.
Two weeks ago my boyfriend and I got an email from a friend of ours inviting us to travel to Jamaica the following week. Not able to take a whole week off work but still wanting to see our friend, we decided to make a long weekend of it.