Forest Hills, Queens

On Friday afternoon I arrived at LaGuardia and for the first time EVER was picked up. Every other time I’ve flown back & forth to NY I’ve taken a cab or a shuttle to/from the airport. Jess & Dave still had the car they were renting for their trip to Cape Cod earlier in the week so they were nice enough to come get me.

Friday night was low-key. We hung out in Forest Hills, where they live; ate some Indian food, which I haven’t had since moving; had some beers; and went to Cold Stone Creamery. Forest Hills is much different than the image that I had in my head. It’s completely gentrified with Sephora and Banana Republic chain stores and has a ton of little stores, restaurants, and bars. It’s really nice, but too bad it’s so far out in Queens.

On Saturday Jess and I got manicures and pedicures at one of the many nail shops in Forest Hills. Afterwards we took a walk around the neighborhood. It’s odd how just a few blocks off Austin Street, the main drag, there are cobblestone streets and tons of Tudor architecture.