Antiquing in New Jersey

I’m often criticized a few repeat offenses:

Loving hubby seems to think that I am unable to do two things at once. Apparently this includes walking and drinking, as he claims that I stop in my tracks every time I take a sip. I’ve never noticed and have my doubts.

I am always late. To this, I plead mea culpa as this is an incurable illness I have battled with all my life. I secretly believe it is hereditary as a very close family member has had the same flaw all her life. So I wonder if I should even continue fighting it. People know this about me anyways and I’ve noticed that now all meeting times I am given are always “by mistake” an hour before everybody else’s.

A new one was given to me recently by one of the hubby’s friend while antiquing in New Jersey. It seems I am impossible to shop with, spending too much time debating each purchase and discussing with store owners. My dad does always talk with horror about the only time he took me shopping 15 years ago. It was such an excruciating pain for him that he has been traumatized ever since. He even mentioned it in his speech at our wedding. I just notice that the common ground between these two anecdotes is that they both involve men and men don’t understand the art of shopping. You don’t buy the first thing you see in the first store you walk in, because you don’t know if you won’t find better afterwards. It’s just common sense (an asset men lack of).

If the shopping experience was debatable that day (although I brought back 2 great lamps that would have retailed 5 times more at ABC carpet), the Antiquing tour was great and we went again last WE with my mom freshly landed from Paris. Somehow the hubby’s friend declined the invitation this time.

Start the tour in Frenchtown, NJ: a tiny and adorable town on the border of the Delaware river. You will find several cute stores to browse through.

Frenchtown, nj (2)

Then head south down the Delaware river towards Lambertville, NJ. I prefer the ride on the Pennsylvania side of the river so cross the bridge and go down route 32. It’s a beautiful 30min ride along the water.

Lambertsville is a gorgeous town dedicated to antiquing and all other great stuffs in life (decadent chocolates being one of them).














Finish your tour by crossing the bridge back to the Pennsylvania side to the town across the water: New Hope, PA. You will find more adorable stores. And the piece de resistance for boys aged from 1 to 35…. they have an antique train station.



And that made two boys very happy.IMG_2690


Rock Hudson

After 3 weeks away, getting back in the NY routine was not an easy transition, and the first WE back, loving hubby and myself looked at each other that Saturday morning and said “let’s get out of here”.
He had read in Food & Wine magazine about several nice new restaurants in the Hudson valley so we headed out for a little gastronomic visit of the area. We decided to focus our tour on the town of Hudson, which we knew very little of but that seemed to host a few good restaurants.
One in particular looked promising: The Crimson Sparrow that had recently been opened by 2 former chefs from wd-50, our favorite restaurant in NY (with momofuku ko). Since we live litterally across from wd-50, we headed out for a pilgrimage from the city version to the country version.

And it was worth every one of the 120 miles to get there. The added benefit: city quality with country pricing. The brunch menu was $16 and included 4 dishes of your choice. The scrambled eggs were scrumptious and I had to fight both loving hubby and baby boy for the last pieces of it. (Note to my friend Magali who doesn’t love the molecular gastronomy concept of wd-50, the crimson sparrow is normal contemporary cooking). The place itself has a very cool feel to it.

With even an outside eating area for Baby Boy to release his energy.

But the great surprise was the city of Hudson itself, a little gem of antiquing and design stores.

Baby Boy was having a blast at every corner:

Mommy a little bit less, when I saw him playing with a porcelain piggy bank and other delicacies on sale in the street…

But the piggy and mommy managed to survive the day. Bonus feature: baby boy was exhausted and fell asleep the minute we started heading back home. Unless it was just from being stuffed from eating all my eggs…


The Crimson Sparrow
746 Warren St
Hudson, NY