Yesterday saw our first full day in the Big Apple. Alex was excited and was caught unawares by me and my lurking camera. Everyone was perplexed by his celebratory dance, but we let it slide.
Soho is of a completely different character to that of the ‘Old New York’ of Empire, 5th Avenue and the Upper East Side. Instead of being dwarfed by high-rises you are surrounded by cast-iron architecture, a mesh of fire escapes and New York hipsters.
I’m still trying to puzzle out why a 90s Katie Price is the flash-dancing face of New York.
Broome Street Bar is a cheap dive of a restaurant in Soho and has been nestled on 363 W Broadway for the past 40 years. It’s where the locals come for a quick and dirty pitta burger with bacon and a chmay blue.
I rolled up my sleeves, adopted the pineapple head and took a huge bite. The burger weren’t bad, a solid 4/10 on the scale of the burger universe, but the atmosphere more than made up for it. And there was a juke-box so I got to play my-current-all-time-favourite-song-ever Blondie- Maria.