Daily bread
One last run in Central Park. That’s how Kyle and I spent our morning before we said goodbye to the big apple. I actually ended up pulling a weird groin muscle on the run, but let’s just pretend it was all hunky-dory and nicely bookended our trip. Post-cardio, we showered, checked out of the hotel, and hit up Le Pain Quotidien for brunch. In case you were wondering, Le Pain Quotidien translates to "the daily bread." Mastering the pronunciation, on the other hand, is not my area of expertise. Their website offered little help… Read more >