Since I had drowned my camera the afternoon before at Beauty & Essex, my first job of the day was to go and get myself a new one! In the end, I opted for the Olympus Pen E-PL7, and set about playing with my new toy straight away.
With a very sore head post a 24-hour boozeathon, my body was in desperate need of some TLC. I am a huge smoothie fanatic, regularly whizzing up my favourite recipes at home and, having read positive reviews of Juice Generation, made a bee-line for their nearest branch.
Juice Generation is a real eco-friendly, positive-energy kind of place, with fun & feel-good décor.
All of their produce is organic and as locally sourced as possible, making their entire menu sound all the more appealing to me. I spent a good 5 minutes staring at their mouth-watering juice & smoothie combinations before finally settling on the ‘Smooth Strawberry’ smoothie, made from fresh apple juice blended with strawberries, banana, and frozen coconut milk.
^ I really liked that they clearly state the calories in each drink.
I was hooked at the first slurp, and very grateful for the frozen coconut milk cooling me down, as it was BAKING hot outside!
Later in the week, I popped in to a different branch to get my hands on some more, opting instead to try a juice called ‘Daily Detox’, which consisted of carrot, cucumber, apple, ginger and lemon.
It was nice enough, with a healthy kick of spice, but I definitely preferred the strawberry smoothie.
I highly recommend stopping by Juice Generation if you are looking for a healthy pick-me-up; their drinks really are as fresh as can be and there are loads of delicious options to choose from. They also do food!
After a little wander around the streets, and once I’d (devastatingly) finished my smoothie, I entered Grand Central Terminal for some tourist time (it’s in the top 10 most-visited tourist attractions worldwide!). It’s a pretty spectacular place; built in the heyday of American long-distance passenger rail travel, it has 44 platforms, which is more than any other railroad station in the world.
Outside the station, the clock in front of the Grand Central façade contains the world’s largest example of Tiffany glass, and is surrounded by sculptures of Minerva, Hercules and Mercury.
Grand Central features both enormous spaces and intricate detail, and has even been described as “one of the most majestic buildings of the twentieth century”.
The Main Concourse is the centre of Grand Central. The space is humungous and is constantly filled with bustling crowds.
The large American flag suspended from the ceiling was hung a few days after 9/11.
The main information booth is in the centre of the Main Concourse, with the iconic four-faced clock sitting atop of it. Each of the four clock faces are made from opal glass, and have an estimated value of $10-20m… EACH!!!
The Main Concourse also has an elaborately decorated astronomical ceiling, which is in fact inaccurate as certain constellations are reversed. I’d love to say that I noticed this myself, but unfortunately it was an astute commuter in 1913 that first picked up on it.
My new-found knowledge of Grand Central was all that could be absorbed by my holiday brain for one day, so I headed to the renowned John’s Pizzeria on Bleecker Street to meet Michael for dinner and undo my morning of health.
John’s Pizzeria is definitely a no-frills kinda place. The décor is incredibly ‘laid-back’, with small wooden booths for seating and writing scribbled all over the walls.
To be honest, it was probably a bit more rough-and-ready than I would usually like from a place to dine, but I was there for one thing and one thing only, the pizza.
John’s Pizzeria was established in 1929, and has ever since specialised in brick-oven ‘pies’ with crisp thin crusts.
If you didn’t know, I love pizza. As in, LOVE pizza. Pizza is very rarely bad, but it can certainly be average, which is what I would describe John’s Pizzeria’s offering as.
Perhaps my expectations were too high; since numerous people had told me that John’s Pizzeria was their favourite pizza place in New York, I definitely arrived expecting the crème de la crème of pizza, but it was really rather greasy (yep, I set the tissues to work, much to my waiter’s undisguised abhorrence – to quote, “you’re ruining the pie!”) and the base too hard for my personal preference. It didn’t have a SPECK on the likes of Homeslice, Pizza Pilgrims or Franco Manca (…in that order).
Nevertheless, it filled a hole and, for $10 each, I wasn’t complaining (too much).
We walked to the subway (I’m so down with the lingo) during the magical golden hour, making me fall hopelessly in love with the amazing skylines that surrounded us in every direction.