After seeing the Foundry on Monday, Mom and I traveled to the heart of Harlem via the M116 bus. We met with the owner of Gracious Thyme Catering, Mom's friend, who gave us the skinny. The exact details of the meeting are unimportant other than to say that we had caterers all wrong. It appears that caterers are the brains behind the operation, and our fears of "raw spaces" were unfounded and meant that we hadn't found the "right" caterer. In general, caterers handle all of the rentals and load-in and furniture placement, in addition to the food, details we were afraid of for being beyond our capabilities. I trusted this woman implicitly, and took her advice to visit some spaces we hadn't considered (more on that later).
Tuesday was a day for rest, and Wednesday Tom and I braved the rain and public transit to the Brooklyn Navy Yard and Stage 6, part of the enormous Abigail Kirsch empire. Needless to say, we wasted our time, and that's all I'll say about that. As the week has progressed, it's become clearer and clearer that a raw space is exactly the vision I had in mind for the biggest party I'll ever throw.
After a three hour nap, Tom and I met my Dad at the bar at the Library Hotel. We followed Tom's chai ginger martini with dinner at Blue Smoke, a Danny Meyer bbq joint. Tom and Dad traded bbq stories all night as in the "Oh yeah? Well I once had roadside bbq in Wheeling, WV..." variety. Below are some pictures of the space:
Best part of dinner? The "St. Louis toasted ravioli," which will absolutely make it into our hors d'oeuvres rotation. Sparing details as this post is just enormous, Blue Smoke is famous for its Porch Swing cocktail, which I just had to learn how to make. Some pictures of Tom enjoying my hard work below:
Finally, a telling quote from Tom regarding his love for coffee makers: "Be glad I don't like espresso because, man, that s*** costs a thousand dollars."
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