Wednesday, February 2, 2011

New Jersey, not just for fist-pumping.

cappuccino at San Remo
I flew to La Guardia Marine Terminal and met my friend in Bryant Park.  The day was filled with shopping in the Meat Packing District, eating pizza, walking through Chelsea market, and finishing with guacamole and beers on a rooftop near Times Square.  From there it was a train ride to New Jersey.  After dropping off my things and freshening up, we went to dinner at her uncle's Italian restaurant, Cenzinos.  The food there was so delicious that in one meal it became the ruler that I now measure all other food against.  Really, it was that amazing.

The next morning we went to San Remo, an Italian import market and cafe.  They had Nutella jars the size of milk jugs and everything else that you would need to make a proper Italian feast.  It was all so authentic I began thinking that maybe instead of crossing the river to visit New Jersey I had crossed the ocean and gone to Italy.  To make this feeling even stronger, around the espresso bar were several men sipping cappuccinos, eating fresh croissants, and having discussions about Italian things (I don't really remember what they were talking about, but I imagine it was something very Italian).  It was a beautiful experience.  

I knew that I would enjoy my time in New York because it is one of my favorite places, but on this trip it was upstaged by New Jersey.  I am thankful to have experienced the energy, the atmosphere, the warmth of the people, and the culinary delights.  New Jersey, now known for more than just fist-pumping.     


  1. New Jersey is a very special place for me. Some peruvian hearts are there. I love your cappuccino. I wish one for this weekend.



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  2. I'm glad you enjoyed your time there.
    Your title made me giggle!!! It makes me want to watch Jersey Shore!!!
    Have a great weekend.