We hit the Brownstoner's Brooklyn Flea on Sunday and agreed that it was the best flea we had been to in NYC. Not the biggest, but the best blend of quality vendors- food and objects alike. I found a silk smoking jacket. Jamie visited an old fave from the Hell's Kitchen Flea, the ceiling tile guy. I bought a handful of vintage hardware from him to revamp my kitchen cabinets. We ate a world class huerache. Please visit this flea. Especially on Sundays through December 21st, when an amazing collection of artisans sell wares directly across the street. If you can't find a gift here for someone on your list, they don't deserve anything.
On to Saipua. We love Eric and Sarah. I bought soaps that smell good enough to eat. All of their offerings are impeccably packaged. This year, give the gift that is too beautiful to wrap.
A final recommendation. Go to the little owl in the west village. It is on the corner of Grove and Bedford. Try the meatball sliders and everything else you can afford. Jamie and I had a fantastic meal and dined so close to Ralph Lauren that I had to resist the temptation to pat his head. My only regret from the whole trip is resisting that temptation.
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