The English invasion of New York
So the Brits have arrived in New York, it turns out I am not the only one, seems like I hear more English accents here most days than I would in certain areas of London. A few weeks ago I was sat in a neighbourhood restaurant in South Williamsburg, a gorgeous, but discreetly tucked away little joint called Moto,
located in a wedge shaped building tucked away under the JMZ lines on Broadway. Sat on one side of the narrow dining room enjoying rosemary encrusted ribs with my man, I pricked up my ears only to discover that the entire of my side of the restaurant was from various parts of the UK. Now I am not talking about a party of invaders here, but 3 seperate tables of diners all hailing from Blighty and living locally.
My new job at Providence Day Spa in Boerum Hill also makes me feel at home with two English colleagues and 
the Victory cafe around the corner selling classic English mustard, marmite, hobnobs and hula hoops. Now I hear not only that, but there’s a British run fish and chip shop just 4 blocks away, that serves the classics and the more obscure deep fried mars bars a la Glaswegian establishments.
An old friend I met in Prague, who goes by DJ Shimmy over here runs music nights both in Brooklyn and Manhattan that often bring a taste of some of Britain’s more obscure mod sounds. There’s even a club in SoHo, Sway, which offers a Morrissey/Smiths night every Sunday should I ever feel like a good cry. With this kind of Anglophilia going on in the city how could a girl ever get home sick?
2 years ago