I can't stop going to Miss Lilly's, the Jamaican-inspired restaurant, record store, and juice joint on Houston and Sullivan. I first started going there for a juice in the mornings after the school run. Melvin, a gentle yet spirited rasta juice-master greets you with a familiar smile, while a gorgeous black chick in hot pants rings you up. There are gorgeous black girls everywhere at Miss Lilly's, and they have daring personal style to match. My favorite is a Grace Jones look-alike who wears head to toe leopard (hood included) and too much gold jewelry, in a good way. I'm getting up my nerve to take her picture - I promise I'll share it with you when I do.
This past weekend, I went to the actual Miss Lilly's restaurant for the first time. I usually hate the city on summer weekends - I feel like each one is so precious, and there is not enough nature here to feel like you're making the best use of the beautiful weather. But we were stuck here packing, and took a break for a lunch that changed my mood entirely. The doors were flung open, letting the breeze flow through, the mellow reggae established a vacation-y vibe, the food was unfamiliar yet delicious, and there was style everywhere I looked from the wall posters, to the menu, to the waitresses. Even the "no smoking" sign was chic! Another Miss Lilly's meal is the only thing I'm looking forward to with another packing weekend quickly approaching.