The River Cafe

I woke up this morning on the wrong side of the bed. I woke up later than I wanted to, my camera has a lens error and won't turn on, I had 100 e-mails to return, I'm sick of the city slush, I stubbed my could have been the beginning of one of those "UGH" kind of days.

But I had booked lunch at The River Cafe in Brooklyn.  I wanted to bring my brother, who goes to NYU, and my longtime beau, Andy.

From the moment we got off the subway & walked through Brooklyn Heights down to the edge of the East River to when we drank our cappuccinos and walked home over the Brooklyn Bridge, it was one of those days that I felt so lucky to live in New York.  I can't think of a better setting than looking out at the bridge, the Statue of Liberty, and the Empire State Building.  Bad day over.

The River Cafe Nestled Under the Bridge