Well, we could volley with the ‘whose borough is better game’ all day, ad infinitum, or we could spend a little time talking about one such migration that I would visit even if it settled a third time in Staten Island (well, that was slightly hyperbolic but still…). I’m choosing the latter.

We ate at Po last week, and I can’t seem to get the computer to put the little accent over the ‘o’, so please excuse this glaring omission. As many of you probably know, Po began on Cornelia Street in the West Village (which happens to be the shortest street in Manhattan), dishing out delicious, moderately priced Northern Italian cuisine. Now, in the tradition of borough hopping, Po Brooklyn has so graciously arrived on our doorstep, festooning the already well-decorated Smith Street. Yum.

Really, yum. Do: go early or call for a table. Try to sit in the window. Though we were virtually on top of our neighbors, it made for a lovely evening of chatting and dining, much in the spirit of our friendly, family oriented neighborhood (the couple next to us was our parents’ age; they told us that, after visiting with their daughter, son-in-law and grandchildren, they go out on the town before heading back to New Jersey- one for the Brooklyn team, my fiancé shouts from the stands!).

The portabella salad was lovely-a beautifully marinated mushroom with deliciously fresh greens. The goat cheese starter was less memorable but that’s ok because the cod and tagliarini were a fight to the death-meaning that we fought over every last bite on the plate. True, it’s hard to do anything bad with truffles, and who would want to, but it wasn’t just the pasta with white truffle oil that danced in our mouths. The cod was flaky and…yum. I’m out of descriptors. Go there and it will be yums all around.

It’s been a joy to receive such positive feedback about the little pink list. And for those who know me well, I’m so inspired by your encouragement and enthusiasm as well as your noodging about expanding this site.

So last week I decided that shopping alone would not suffice. I indeed had some things to say about eating in New York as well as living a New York life both on and off the yoga mat.

At first, I envisioned “little pink menu” and “little pink yoga”. And then I realized how silly it all sounded. So I added two new categories, and rolled shopping into one. They’re still living under the big umbrella of little pink list-

same list, still pink, just not as little.

Although I’ve detected the faintest of unpleasant smells (twice) while walking into this Hudson St café and have not entirely fallen in love with their iced soy lattes, it’s not an entirely bad place to grab a salad or sandwich. I’d try something with goat cheese and try to score a seat near the window. If you’re cool enough to own an apple laptop, then spread out on the giant, wooden tables and feel like you’re in a Vermont farmhouse as the city scoots by. It’s…s’nice.

The Chocolate Bar

A student once bought me a box of chocolate from this yummy chocolate shoebox of shop. It melted by the time I carried it home but was still totally delicious. I was sold. Try something lavender when you pop in.

Li-Lac

The Chocolate Bar’s new neighbor since moving from their run-down digs on Bleecker St. The chocolate is the same though.