Why is it so hard to find a subtle smelling hand lotion that doesn’t feel greasy? My only requirements were that it doesn’t smell “girly” (because it’s for my boyfriend) and that it doesn’t feel like it’s still stuck on your skin. Yet it took forever to finally find this one.
I was walking around SoHo for no particular reason when I stumbled on L’Occitane en Provence. Better still, they are having a major sale on most of their stuff. Not only did the Olive Tomato Organic Garden Hand Cream fit the criteria, but it was the best deal too. Yeah, I know it sounds like pasta, but it actually has a light, citric smell. And it feels equally light and soothing.
Just the day before, I settled on Fresh’s Sugar Blossom Hand Treatment because I couldn’t find anything better. It’s a good lotion, but the scent just wasn’t working for me. Plus, after today’s deal, Fresh lotion cost more for half of the quantity of the L’Occitane lotion. Before that, I tried Kiehl’s Ultimate Strength Hand Salve but it smelled medicinal and felt greasy.
Now all I have to do is return the Fresh lotion tomorrow and
get my money back. Dang. I mean get “store credit.” Well, at least, you guys should catch that L’Occitane sale. Because I can’t afford to, especially now that I’m not getting any cash back. Oh well.
More adventuring in Brooklyn has led me to The Bagel Store on Bedford Ave. in Williamsburg. My boyfriend got me a raisin bagel from there once, and I was hooked.
Before Christmas, I thought I’d treat myself to some bagels to last me the week. Lucky for me, they have a special of “buy 6, get 2 free” for only $3.60. I love Brooklyn. I planned on getting one of every variety they had, but it looks like it’s going to take multiple trips for that. So I settled on:
- French Toast
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So I have finally dined outside of Manhattan and found a place worth mentioning.
Moto Cafe. Sadly, the website tells you nothing about the place, but it is definitely a hidden gem in Brooklyn. Right outside of the Hewes Street Station off of the J line, Moto Cafe is hardly noticeable. There are no lights or signs really, and the name Moto is scribbled on the outside of its door in chalk.
The industrial exterior doesn’t grab your attention, but entering is another experience. There’s only one word to describe it (and yes, I know it’s cheesy): Vintage. I kid you not, it’s almost exactly like the pictures they have on the website, albeit the tables have changed.
A friend of my tried to take me here once, but it was packed. Which isn’t surprising, seeing how there are only like 12 tiny tables available + the bar. But as luck would have it I was in Brooklyn with the same friends this past Saturday and Moto Cafe is open on weekends for brunch. Continue reading
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