I’ve drunk booze every day since arriving in NYC a week ago and I don’t really feel like stopping. I’m walking and gymming loads, so my liver’s gonna be just fine, right… right?! This mornings hangover was probably the worst of the lot, so Bloody Mary’s and delicious brunch was really the only option. We finally made it to Schiller’s Liquor Bar in the Lower East Side and it fixed me right up, though I can’t say the same for Mr me. The Mary’s were spicy, flavoursome and restorative and the food was deeeeelicious. I had poached eggs with potatoes, the crispiest bacon ever and tomatoes. Our friend had steak and eggs that looked 100x better than the one I had on Wednesday. Mr me had the heuvos rancheros that had been recommended to us, and he was the only one that wasn’t bowled over. I suspect it was a little too authentic for him, he hasn’t got a very cultured palate my Mr*. He’s also crap at reading this blog. Let’s see how long it takes before he spots this. I’m betting on weeks, possibly never!

As Mr me was underwhelmed by the taste and, more importantly considering his hungover state, size of his meal he ordered another. He’d been coveting my bacon and potatoes and so ordered some for himself along with some sausages because, well, why not. I then coveted those right back, they were proper tasty and I’ve been missing proper sausages. Despite what Canadians will tell you, their sausages have nothing on a proper cumberland, I haven’t had a decent one for months. First world problems, right there.

After finishing all that he was understandably rather stuffed and slunk off back home to sleep it off in the a/c, while I went for a wander with our buddy. On our travels we stumbled across this amazing statue of a swimmer in Petrosino Square in Soho.

We also noticed a weird trend of mannequins with ridiculously enormous boobs. When I first spotted it, I thought someone had stuffed balloons in there, but nope, they’re designed like that. I saw one in another shop and had a little fondle just to check.

*This is a lie. I’m just trying to get a rise out of him.