Two Hands

C and O came to visit us in NYC, so we obviously had to meet for brunch. C choose Two Hands from a sillily long list that I sent over, and so, after some confusion about which location we were meeting at (which led to some quick walking from Tribeca, through Chinatown, to Nolita), a table became free, and we sat down underneath the fluffy clouds hanging from the ceiling. 

This Antipodean cafe makes me want to flee the grey New York skies to sunny Australian beaches, with a surfboard, lots of coffee, and endless avocado on toast. It wraps up the relaxed, warm, sun-glazed Aussie atmosphere and brings it to us always-black-wearing New Yorkers. We sipped on our perfect coffees and ordered avocado toast for the girls and BLATs (bacon, lettuce, avocado, and tomato sandwiches) for the boys. Bright, fresh food, with the perfect amount of heat, and a spritz of citrus, all served on a pretty plate. Forcing ourselves to step back out into the rain, rather than ordering more coffee and a slice of the magical looking banana bread, was more than little challenging.

Two Hands, 264 Mott Street, New York, NY 10013