Grand Banks: the classy NYC boat bar

so if you know me, you know that i’m rather vocal about my love for boats. i’m pretty sure i could live on one, actually, my water-baby dreams run that deep. i maintain that i had little choice in this matter and was luckily born into a boat/water/beach crazy family, as some of my earliest memories revolve around my tiny self shrieking in glee as my dad’s speedboat bumped and bounced along the Hudson River. my mom loves to tell people that she wanted kids, and my dad wanted a boat…so naturally, the boat came first, and then Ry and i were allowed to exist. we’re very fair in my family — we like to keep everyone happy and let them have whatever their little hearts desire. it’s a nice system.

it’s only fitting, then, that i try to take advantage of any opportunity to get myself on a boat here in NYC, regardless the intent: like the lobster boat near my apartment, which is just the most fun casual boat experience; or, the classier, more intimate sailboat bar docked just a few blocks from my office called Grand Banks.


i really, really like this spot. the boat’s site boasts it as an “award-winning oyster bar aboard a historic wooden schooner, the Sherman Zwicker.” i’ve never tried the food (i’m not such an oyster person, but i’m determined to make myself get better at that and conquer the fear of the slimy/brainy-ness), but they certainly make it look appetizing:


however, even if seafood isn’t your thing, the ambiance and cocktails should be more than enough to entice you to board this lovely boat. i’ve tried a few of their signature cocktails, but for me, there’s just something so summer-magical about sipping rosé on a sailboat. the two just go hand-in-hand in my book.

it truly is the perfect classy summer spot, in my opinion, unless you get seasick, as it definitely rolls & rocks and gives you the full “i’m on a sailboat” experience. i spent a few hours on it recently and woke up in the middle of the night that night thinking i was on the rolling sea…which actually made me smile in my sleep.

bring on the waves, baby. i love ’em.

happy Friday, friends!

Any fun plans for the weekend? i’m going to Charleston!
Verdict on oysters: love ’em, hate ’em, want to make yourself like ’em? i’m the third choice — trying to overcome!


Friday Five {7.25.14}

*running. an aggressive Wednesday night made for an 8pm bedtime last night…which meant that a 5:45am alarm was in order today. i wanted to get this week’s longer run in this morning, and thankfully, that was a big success.

it was a goooooorgeous morning, which made it that much better. almost makes a girl wanna crash super early on the reg, just to be up and out shortly after 6am. feeling pretty good about today, today. 🙂 i needed to have a good run after last weekend’s dud, so this did the trick.

plus, the sailboat view never gets old. i like to fantasize about being whisked away on one of these. you know, one of those, “one second you’re out for a morning run, the next you’re sailing to Bermuda with a beautiful stranger” sort of deals. they make me run happy.

*sailboat bar/restaurant. yep, you read that right. it’s called Grand Banks, this brand-new-as-of-June-2014-addition-to-summer-bars-in-NYC is fantastic. located in TriBeCa on Pier 25, it’s just a short walk from my new office (yay) and is a beautiful, 142-foot sailboat-turned-Oyster-and-wine bar. i went last night after work with some co-workers, and will definitely be returning. such a lovely, New Englandy vibe, and a truly beautiful boat. any chance to be on a boat, i will gladly take.

photo: Melissa Hom

photo: Melissa Hom


*yoga. i did yoga for the second time ever this week, and am starting to understand just how varied these classes can be. this studio and this teacher and this class were soooooo entirely different from my last experience (and not in a good way). the teacher was nice and helpful and all, and looked like he’d stepped right off the plane from wherever they grow true yogis (Bali, maybe?), but the whole experience just seemed fractious to me. like, moves didn’t flow together, and i, for one, cannot bend in half and put my head where my back should be and wrap my arms around myself and then stand on my hands all at once, sooo, i sort of felt like i was in a Cirque du Soleil class. it was fascinating to watch him, but frustrating to have to announce “yeah i’m not that flexible” and offer up a silent prayer of thanks once we got to chair pose. however, he was pleased to see that i nailed the backbends and handstands, i think, and asked if i did gymnastics. why yes, once upon a time, i did. i’m strong, sir. i just can’t bend like i have no bones. i’m determined to keep going to yoga for the sole purpose of making myself stretch more. plus, it wouldn’t be terrible to possibly be able to do this one day. on a paddleboard. on a lake. at sunset.


*sparkling coconut water. i drink a good amount of club soda on a regular basis, and i really like coconut flavored anything, sooooo La Croix’s sparkling coconut water is a no brainer for me. so delicious, entirely calorie, sugar and sugar substitute free, and only .79 cents at Whole Foods. annnd done.


it tastes like the beach. in a can. and sparkling. i really want to try mixing this into adult beverages (white wine spritzers? vodka pineapple sparkling coconut?), as well as check out the other flavors.


i like running. i like HIMYM and Barney. i like his logic.
i also had an internal convo with myself while running this morning, wondering why i haven’t been as mentally “in the game” lately with my running as i usually am. i think it’s primarily because it’s summer and i’m having a blast going away almost every weekend with the girls, and my long runs just haven’t been as long or as “training” oriented as they were last summer, and i’m comparing myself to that.

yes, i signed up to run the same marathon again this October; no, i haven’t been training as hard as i did last summer. but then again, i still have over 2 months left, and who wants to overtrain? if i really want to run it, i’ll make the time to train right. and if not, well — my life doesn’t revolve around a race. simple as that. and being able to come to terms with that and be 100% okay with that is a huge, important step for me, and it feels really freeing.

so, will i run the Mohawk Hudson marathon again in October? maybe. but will i beat myself up about it one way or the other? i really think not. and that feels pretty dang good. 🙂

happy Friday, friends!

What’s up for the weekend? i’m off to Montauk in T-2 hours with the girls again!
Anyone training for anything? How’s running going?