Beers for Siers 3 - Part Two

This is the second posting in a three part series from the 3rd Annual Beers for Siers pub crawl in NYC.

Finally... an update!

So at this point we find ourselves at day two in NYC. As you recall, day one was all about the clubs. Day two was all about escaping the tourist madness of midtown and enjoying some of the more quaint neighborhoods of the city.

So first thing Saturday morning, I got myself moving as best as one can after a night of bumping and grinding. I set off for SoHo and a place with a good cup of coffee. My original intent—per recommendation from the editor of the fashion blog Racked—was to visit a neighborhood known as Nolita (North Little Italy). I had a general idea of where to find the neighborhood, but this was also my first time ever wandering NYC outside of midtown. So I started my walk west from Varick Street on Houston. Wouldn't you know it, I don't make it two blocks before I see a side street with several cafes. My first thought is, don't walk down that random street and go to the first cafe you see because there will most certainly be many more. But then I think...why the heck not, I have no agenda. So I ask a young lady eating outside of the first cafe if the place is good and she nods with enthusiasm. That didn't take long to find.



The picture above was shot from my table in front of 12 Chairs. Notice the computer screen also shows an image I shot from the front of the cafe. It was small, rustic and had all the appeal of a typical neighborhood cafe. The wait staff was friendly, engaging and spoke with a mild Israeli accent. The surrounding neighborhood was quiet and cozy but had the buzz of yuppie hot spot. And the coffee and breakfast at 12 Chairs was something of another world. You just don't find a place like this, with food this good and with people this nice in Manhattan. Not two blocks into your exploration...do you?

Well I did... and I returned the next morning with Dervon and Rich for yet another splendid breakfast and coffee. And going forward, 12 Chairs will be a must visit every time I'm in the city. Hell, I don't even call it by its name anymore. It's just known as "my cafe." There's just no other place quite as perfect.



So after a long visit at 12 Chairs, I did what I tend to do best in any major city. I found the shopping district and I bought more clothes. Yes, my friends, I'm a certifiable clothes whore. I can't help myself. I walk into a cool store like G-Star Raw and can't help but find great shirts. And you know what...I wear 3 and 4 t-shirts a night when I dance, so it's okay. Right? Work with me here!!!

After several hours of wandering this SoHo district, I found another little coffee shop barely the size of a bus stop. I figured I could use another cup of joe and this time tried their multi-grain toast with raspberry jam. It was good, but it was no 12 Chairs. And thus, my morning in SoHo concluded with a cab ride back to midtown to prep for Adam's world famous bar craw. Stay tuned...

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