Day 6. Last whole day we would spend in the city. By that morning we had reserved Soho to look at stores. For breakfast we wanted to do something special, we were going to the Balthazar, a fashionable place and where we had been recommended to go to breakfast or have a brunch. It has to be said that the Balthazar is one of those places where they tell you when you enter:
-Please leave your kidney in a box before going to your table, thanks.
Having breakfast at the Balthazar
It is very expensive, at least for what I consider an omelet should be worth, but before complaining about the price, let's talk about the place. The restaurant is the typical cafeteria or Parisian brasserie that for the Americans is the supreme of the chic, but even to copy all the bad of these: small tables so close to the neighbor that you can participate in the conversation of this and uncomfortable wooden chairs. By the way, our table was limping and they didn't come to fix it until it almost spilled half juice. I ordered a cheese omelet (I know I had said that I would not eat eggs again, but that day was the refinery), with toast and orange juice. By the way, there the "natural" orange juices are called fresh oranje juice, but for me that the fresh one refers to that it is refrigerated, because not even in the Balthazar they put it freshly squeezed. The service very attentive, but the food was also nothing exceptional. The tortilla was good, but the potatoes were overheated. Anyway, after paying $ 30 per beard to eat eggs, we left a little flies.
For me, we started the day badly because I have to say that Soho disappointed me a lot. Yes, it is very beautiful, all stores are very fashion, but you can not buy anything and the truth is that so much pijerío began to give me hives. Sometimes Gemma and I made bets on how much something in a shop window could cost (she says 150 and I 350) and secretly we went in to look at what it was worth:
-Well, there were 800!
That is another level.
One of the stores we visited in Soho was the Pearl River, which is a super-large Chinese store almost on the border between Soho and Chinatown. The store is super good and you can find things from China and Japan. Another of the stores we visited was The clothing Warehouse, which was a store that had new and second-hand things that were very good. In addition, the clerks were very nice and we were talking to them for a while, about the weather (topicazo to start a conversation) and that almost everyone when they go to New York never leaves Manhattan. They congratulated us for visiting so many things outside the island and we went to visit Chinatown and Little Italy.
Interior of the Pearl River store.
About Chinatown, little more to tell than not said in other entries, and about Little Italy, the truth is that I liked it more than the first time I went. I liked the atmosphere of the streets, shops and colors a lot. Although Little Italy is increasingly "little" why Chinatown is eating it.
Walking around Little Italy
We wandered the streets until we reached a Whole Food Market, a supermarket of "healthy" food that also had a deli with tables and chairs to sit and eat what was bought. While eating a vegetable puree, we came to the conclusion that we had seen very few supermarkets in the city. Delis, a lot, but supermarkets with fresh food, very few. Upon returning to Barcelona, Sarah, my English profane, explained to me that she read an article on the subject and this was going through the high price of the rents of the premises in Manhattan.