An (undocumented) visit from mother

A pumpkin cocktail at Tiny Fork

My mother was in town last weekend, and all I have to show for it are the two photos pictured here : a drink and a scene from Central Park. It's not that we just sat in her hotel room all day, watching the Real Housewives and drinking wine, snacking on hotel chocolates (though I did manage to scarf all of them). In fact, we shared a smoked salmon bagel from Russ & Daughters with everything on it within an hour of her arrival, wandered through Smorgasburg, made it to an oyster happy hour at Tiny Fork and a vegetarian dinner at Table Verte in the East Village, enjoyed the obligatory Sunday brunch at Prune - with the 20-minute wait and bloody maries it entails, met with an old friend for dinner at Café Mogador, slurped some much-needed pho at An Choi and even made it for Tuesday night champagne and moules frites at Jules Bistro. And in between, we roamed the streets of downtown for hours on end. But you won't find here any snaps of our veggie dinner, our hummus and tagine, or our pile of mussel shells.

I might argue that I was too busy enjoying these moments to photograph them. More probable is that the company I was holding does not own a smart phone and will never understand what Instagram is used for, which will put anyone's social media habits in perspective. Either way, a lack of photos does not make for a very appealing blog post. But! My friend is in town next weekend and her iPhone has been glued to her hand since the gadget hit the market. So he next "visit" post is sure to be more visually stimulating, I promise!

Fall is finally happening in Central Park!