We sent our creative director, Emma, to New York City to see what goes on in summertime in the Big Apple…

WORDS + PHOTOS EMMA STADDON

Bon voyage!

Ear­ly morn­ing rat­tle at the door… I’m not ready. “What do you real­ly need any­way?” Jen and Mia run through the essen­tials: Pass­port? Yes. Wal­let? Yes. A few clothes? Yes. Then IT’S TIME TO go to NEW YORK, BABY! Jen throws in some X-rat­ed trav­el advice, and we embark on the 2-min­ute dri­ve to Tau­ran­ga air­port…

New York greet­ed me with a balmy heat. I fished out my sun­nies and took a moment to acknowl­edge my new sta­tus as a tourist. I threw back a cold drink, then set to pound­ing the pave­ment with the rest of them. Here’s my NYC advice, after two weeks explor­ing one of the world’s great­est cities.

See

The Met­ro­pol­i­tan Muse­um of Art: I came here after being under­whelmed at the clichéd and dull col­lec­tions of the Muse­um of Mod­ern Art. I’m so glad I did. Although the work is ancient, the selec­tions are pow­er­ful, and per­fect­ly curat­ed, so you get the best from each piece. The Egyp­tian ruins encased in glass archi­tec­ture were mag­i­cal. I rec­om­mend end­ing your tour at The Can­tor Roof Gar­den Bar, where you can sip a cold bevvy and soak up views of the Man­hat­tan sky­line. Amer­i­can Muse­um of Nat­u­ral His­to­ry: A place of true won­der and colos­sal dinosaurs!

Experience

A Yan­kees game: I’d nev­er been to a base­ball game. It was every­thing I love about crick­et on a sun­ny day: beers, friend­ly chat­ter, and a cheer and a clap every now and then when some­thing excit­ing hap­pens. Sleep No More: I went to this immer­sive the­atre expe­ri­ence based on Shakespeare’s Mac­beth on a friend’s insis­tence. She said it was the best thing she’d ever seen and she’d refund my mon­ey if I didn’t enjoy it. Sold! You arrive at McKit­trick Hotel to a film-noir set­ting, put on a white mask and make your way through dark rooms with­in the hotel, view­ing snip­pets of the sto­ry whilst walk­ing through grav­el court­yards and dance halls. And you get to peer over actors’ shoul­ders as the dra­ma unfolds. I didn’t need a refund. Sail­ing the Hud­son: I missed the boat twice on this! Once because of the weath­er, and once because I’d wan­dered way off course, explor­ing on the oth­er side of town. One for next time. The Peo­ple: They were all sharp-mind­ed, warm and ani­mat­ed. I was able to catch up with UNO. favourite, Max Gim­blett, for a spir­i­tu­al chat on all things worth talk­ing about and to pre­view his lat­est works: fresh, con­tem­po­rary and lusty pieces of art that I’d love to own!

Stay

For easy city access, book The Hotel at Times Square: I came here on a train straight from the air­port. In fact, I didn’t take a sin­gle cab dur­ing my whole stay. Just trains and walk­ing. For longer stays, Airbnb it in Brook­lyn: Leafy streets with a local neigh­bour­hood vibe. I’m glad I booked the whole two-week stay here: it was so cheap! And I felt like a local, get­ting to know the café baris­tas, the fam­i­ly-run bode­ga, and kids on the cor­ners. There were direct train lines to the city, and it was a chilled reprieve from the busy city hus­tle.

Eat / drink

Sun­day in Brook­lyn: The phe­nom­e­nal hip­ster brunch­es were culi­nary genius. Piz­za: It’s every­where, hot, cheap and deli­cious. Balt­haz­ar: A beau­ti­ful, icon­ic brasserie with crisp, white linen and suave wait­ers. Surf Bar: An inner city beach nook; drink mar­gar­i­tas with your toes in the sand! Fet­te Sau: The best BBQ beef ever (try the vine­gar sauce), with shar­ing plates of meat, beans, slaw and bread, washed down with jugs of bou­tique beer in a dim­ly lit, garage-style pub. The Dead Rab­bit (in Bat­tery Park): Vot­ed the world’s best bar, this hole-in-the-wall serves beers and plen­ty of chat with fel­low bar prop­per-uppers – and a Scotch egg, par excel­lence. The Stan­dard Plaza: It’s the ulti­mate swanky expe­ri­ence with pop-up gar­den-style bar, and with chang­ing chefs, très cool. The Butcher’s Daugh­ter: I ordered with­out see­ing the ‘veg­gie slaugh­ter­house’ signs and had to return my veg­an bacon. Loosie’s Café: espres­so-style cof­fee for that morn­ing fix.