"i'm not a hipster, but i can make your hips stir" which is so apropos for NYC.
not that any of the above has anything to do with this particular post.
at 10 a.m. on a sunday morning i suddenly found myself with 5 seconds to brush my teeth, throw on clothes, and race to the N train in order to meet Kiks in Astoria. i was moderately hungover and hadn't slept until 4 a.m. (and even then i didn't get much sleep). clearly, there was no time for a shower and my face still had the remnants of my make-up from last night.
so not the appropriate attire to go apple picking. but there i was, at 10:15 a.m., riding the N train from Chinatown to meet Kiks at her apartment and drive up to Tarrytown to go apple picking. so was it worth it to drag my clearly hurting cracked-out ass so far up north just for some apples? TOTALLY.
|Probably my favorite picture of the whole day.|
on our drive over to the orchard, Kiks made a wrong turn off the highway and we ended up passing a bunch of eateries. the first one we passed was a restaurant called Grandma's. a quick google search revealed that the full name of this restaurant is Grandma's Pies & Restaurant, although you'd never guess that from seeing the restaurant itself. and i may be using the term "restaurant" a little loosely, as Kiks was quick to designate the establishment as a "diner" as opposed to a "restaurant".
all i can say is that this establishment is quintessentially grandma-ish. there are creepy grandma dolls and pictures placed all over the place, lots of old people and families with children, a kitschy decor of old-school maroons and browns, and just an all-over...grandma-feel to it. and the food is your usual not too healthy for your hamburgers, mac-and-cheese fare. although, it seemed like Grandma's was making a killing in the pie department. when you first step into the establishment, you're greeted with a display case of a variety of pies (fruit, cream, you name it), and i noticed many people stopping in to purchase pies, and diners paying their check and picking up a pie to-go.
the food at Grandma's is "meh," i wouldn't really call it grandma-worthy, but the jokes and comments about the name make it totally worth a trip. i kept getting the recurring image from the movie, The Sweetest Thing: