I've been a bad blogger, some of you wonderful readers have commented and have been left hanging by me, which is simply not on. From here on out, I promise to reply to all of your comments, I'll even try to go back and respond to old ones. This is the start of a new thorough me. So, if you have anything to say about anything I post about, make a little noise about it, even if it isn't very nice. Although I might cry if it's too mean. I kid. I kid. I'm much more stable and mature than that. Erm.

One of the best things about living in NYC is that people are constantly coming to visit, we've had guests for the last three weekends and this one was no exception as we welcomed some pals from Montreal. On Friday evening we told them to meet us at Randolph on Broome Street, as we'd liked it on our last visit. Unfortunately, Mr and I are a little daft, not realising that the pub has two branches a couple of doors away from each other. Once we finally got around that little hurdle, and despite the snacks we'd already had in the other branch, we ordered some tasty food to line our bellies. To accompany the food there was a dizzying array of beer on offer, some chocolatey, some fruity, some something else entirely. I'm a bit of a beer philistine though, Peroni is my beer of choice, but I'd choose a Carling over most craft beers any day of the week… So I supped on Prosecco (my go to drink whenever it's on offer) instead.

Enormous burgers, Macoroni cheese with bacon and smoked cheese and a sneaky salad for our more health conscious bud.

The next day we headed to the Fort Greene Flea Market, as one of my pals had read my previous post about it and made a special request. The sun put his hat on just for her too, with another beautifully warm and bright day. A couple of us headed to Asia Dogs stand for a wee pork slider with slaw for me, and a beef dog with pork for her….

As we ate these lovely people sang beautifully for us, as recent graduates from a music school they could properly SING and it was the perfect accompaniment to our al fresco dining. I especially like the police line they're performing behind. So glam.

I only went for a little slider as I was determined to find the luscious donut stand I'd partaken from on my last visit (and which had sold out when I wanted one at the Williamsburg flea). When I finally found it they only had four hibiscus donuts left, so I pounced and my GOD, they make some delicious freshness. I'm not even mad keen on donuts, cupcakes are more my bag, but these are truly the kings of the donut world.

Speaking of cupcakes…. These are maple and bacon. My friend had one and commented that it needed more bacon (doesn't everything? *sigh*), which I was secretly happy about, what with me abandoning them for the donut.

Glad to see my Monarch (I'm no royalist, but I can't do anything about it, so may as well make the best of a bad thing, eh?) represented even here in Brooklyn.

A stall that sells crazy amounts of original (and newer. Ugh, Jar Jar) Star Wars figurines, as well as a pile of random figures and happy meal toys that succeeded in giving me a happy, first time in a while Macdonalds has done that.

Another item on the Canadian agenda was a wander of Central Park, where we stumbled across some sort of fancy dress picnic. These Americans be crazy.

After that, we visited Rockerfella Plaza for a little 30 Rock homage (well, that's what a was doing anyway. In fact, it's what I do every time I go there).

Ice Rinks are coming out to play. Yay to cosy winter things (Let's just ignore the Indian summer, eh?).

After a well earned sit down and some dinner we popped into Molly's Cupcakes on Bleecker Street, where we were lucky enough to witness one of the young hipster employees (dressed in gold lamé hammer pants and a turban. Obviously) starting a dance off with some of the more drunk patrons.

None of the patrons were quite drunk enough to keep up with this young Jasmine wannabe though.

Once the wee little sprite had exhausted herself, we got on with ordering our cakes. There are a huge array of exciting flavours, but you can also build your own and I went for a bog standard vanilla and buttercream, with some gummi bears, just for a lark. As I ordered, I commented on the lunacy of ordering a chocolate base with a cream cheese topping and the girl serving me said that is exactly what Steven Tyler ordered when he'd been in a few weeks ago. Apparently he put it all in his mouth at once and ate it in one bite. For more exciting stories like that, come back next time kids! x

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