Mr me got the day off so we headed down to the East Village for some brunch. I saw this at a bar on the way there, and we decided to take their advice. Would have been rude not to really, no?

We were heading for Schiller’s liquor bar to try the huevos rancheros recommended by our lovely friend, but we got so hot and hungry we didn’t quite make it. Instead we ended up at 7A Cafe on Avenue A. I had steak and eggs, Mr me had huevos rancheros, so at least we’ll have something to compare with when we finally get to Schiller’s. The eagle eyed among you might spot the Bloody Mary’s we started the patriotic drinking with.

After brunch we wandered the streets before a stop for beers at a bar, which the Internet is telling me is The Greenwich Village Bistro, though I am sure that’s not what is was called. I *was* a little tipsy though, so who knows. As we were sitting watching the world go by, these ladies went past. Now that’s what I call patriotism.

Beers meant dinner was necessary, so we headed to the Cornelia Street cafe, where I had chicken and Mr me had black sesame crusted salmon. We washed it all down with a bottle of prosecco, ‘coz Italian wine is the best way to celebrate the USA.

After dinner we ended up in the, frankly rather odd, Jekyell and Hyde theme bar, which got a pass for its barman and patrons. We even met Sandy from Grease. Oh, New York City, you really do make me happy.

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