Last week was my friend Hannah’s birthday, and I promised her that we would go to a fancy breakfast establishment sometime this semester (fancy breakfast establishments are our weak spots). After browsing Instagram a few weeks back, I found Two Hands in NYC, which happens to be a doable halfway point for us. This past Saturday, we met at Penn Station to begin her birthday celebration and much-needed hangout.
We took the subway to Chinatown and found Two Hands after a five minute walk. A cool wind was blowing, but there weren’t any clouds in the sky and the sun was warm. The exterior was rustic and charming. We could see through the large windows to a space not much bigger than my kitchen, but nonetheless cozy and fun.
After a ten minute wait, we sat down inside next to the window, which let in lots of natural light. The inside brick walls were painted white, but distressed, and there were Christmas lights strung from wall to wall. Ten feet away, we could see the chefs making food, and our waiter immediately brought over a carafe of water for us to start with.
We could barely decide what to order off the menu because everything sounded amazing. We ended up getting (keep in mind, it was 10am and we hadn’t eaten since waking up at 6) a croissant, avocado toast with a sunny side up egg for me, a fruit bowl, banana bread, and hot chocolate for Hannah and a cappuccino for me.
The avocado toast was hot with the red pepper flaked, but the banana bread was sweet. The portions were a good size, and we ended up feeling satisfied, but not overly full, when we finished. Would I go back? Absolutely. The prices were reasonable for the quality and amount of food, the food was great, and it was the perfect start to our day.
We walked a few blocks over to Soho to do some window shopping and enjoy the warmth that had begun to cling to the cobblestones. For a few hours, we created dream brownstones in Crate and Barrel, dressed ourselves in Anthropologie, and paid a visit to my favorite store, Aerie. We were surprised Two Hands wasn’t situated several streets over because it would have fit in perfectly with the vibes of Soho.
It was also on the bucket list to find an Insomnia Cookies (I was breaking so many rules that day), and the nearest one was a twenty minute walk. We walk inside and the entire place is about the size of my bathroom, but it smells amazing. We ended up purchasing six cookies, but the man at the counter gave us two extra cookies because he thought we were funny for cracking so many “broke college girl” jokes. I think he was also a broke college student and figured two cookies wouldn’t hurt. He also took a really cute photo of Hannah and I holding our cookies, but the photo was lost in the depths of memory and is nowhere to be found.
We got the white chocolate macadamia nut, snickerdoodle, peanut butter, chocolate chunk, oatmeal raisin, and sugar cookies. Then our free cookies of choice were M & M and s’mores. We ate them on our way uptown and every single one was delicious. 10/10 would recommend.
After some wandering aimlessly and wasting some time, I walked Hannah to Penn Station to send her on her way. We hugged goodbye and I made my way to Port Authority. Three more weeks until we’re reunited for almost a week!