While on a job site the other day, I decided to explore Chelsea Market a bit for lunch options. There were crowds, I was getting cranky and I went for what looked like the only choice that didn’t have too many options, people waiting, or strange buzzwords [i.e. vegan, green, fusion].
Chelsea Market can be overwhelming and comforting all at the same time, so choosing somewhere to eat (without any help from a lunchtime partner/date/companion) was tricky. Thankfully, Chelsea Creamline had easy, elevated comfort food listed on a menu I could quickly read.
I went with a burger (sans cheese) and appreciated that they offered tap water at no charge. NYC is expensive enough, so I liked the option. I settled myself at the counter area facing their dairy counter (milkshakes looked delicious, unfortunately dairy and my stomach don’t agree all that well so I tend to avoid it in the middle of the work day). I opened a book and got barely two pages in when a man appeared with my order.
The presentation left a little to be desired, I would’ve appreciated some form of a plate if I’m being honest. Regardless, the burger itself had great flavor and my only wish is that the patty was bigger with more substance. The small patty combined with a really airy bun left me feeling as if I’d just ingested a delicious burger meant for a Disney fairy; while I was no longer hungry, I wasn’t exactly full. Maybe I should have ordered fries, but instead I decided to take advantage of some fresh air and grab a juice at JuicePress.
I’m fully aware that this is a hype-y, buzzword laden trend of juice cleanses and fresh juices; but there’s just something to this trend that I can get behind. I love a sour, citrus juice when I feel a cold coming on, or a green juice when I’m feeling stuck in a cycle of sugar binges. They’re expensive, and probably all placebo effect, but hey, you do you folks.