NYC Daytrips: Peekskill

Sometimes you need to get out of NYC and you don’t have the money or time to fly to another country (or another state, legit why is the west coast further from NYC than fucking EUROPE) and sometimes you can’t even afford to rent a car to go explore another state. And when that happens, you have to rely on the Metro North.

I’m not pitching the Metro North as some glammy ass first class train. It’s janky as fuck with poor lighting, vomit-stained seats, non-existent ventilation and appeals to a demographic of people who spend the entire hour plus ride getting into an argument with their lover on speaker phone (true story). But then you look out the window and see the gorgeous autumnal trees dancing in the crisp breeze, hovering around still, glistening lakes. It’s fucking breathtaking and helped me understand why my artist friends are moving from Brooklyn to Beacon. Coming into the city doesn’t suck when you have that view and that peace.

Try to get a window seat on the left side of the train to catch this shit!

Try to get a window seat on the left side of the train to catch this shit!

There are heaps of options of places to explore. Beacon and Cold Springs are both on the same line as Peekskill, but Peekskill just happens to be the closest to the city, so that’s where we went. But look. Do not misread this post and think I’m about to tell everyone to move to Peekskill because it’s so cute. It’s fucking not. It’s gotta be the activewear capital of New York, and I say that after living on the Upper East Side for 8 ½ years. It’s a little simple, a little slow, and there isn’t a whole shit ton to do. But you know what? Sometimes we need fucking simple. Sometimes we need fucking slow. Sometimes we have to bolt the fuck out of NYC because Donald Trump just won the presidency and we need a good ugly cry/scream in nature. In that case, go to Peekskill.

AND THERE ARE DUCKS HERE TOO

AND THERE ARE DUCKS HERE TOO

Round trip tickets off-peak are around $25 and the ride takes just over an hour. Check the metro north website for exact times, but typically they depart every hour.

*Pro Tip* If you’re going on a weekend either get an early morning train, or arrive mad early for the 10:30/11:30 train so you can grab a seat. Otherwise, you’ll find yourself wedged into a corner with three hungover bros partaking in a loud, rambunctious coconut water chugging contest.

The best part about Peekskill is that once you’re off the train, you don’t need a car. Honestly, you can walk the town in about twenty minutes. Immediately next to the train station is a taco joint, called Taco Dive Bar. Here are my thoughts:

Nope.

Nice graphics tho bb

Nice graphics tho bb

Here are my more detailed thoughts:

If you charge for basic chips and salsa, you’re a dick. Like an actual dick. I get charging for guac, the avo struggle is real, but free chips and salsa is my fucking constitutional right, up there with access to clean fucking tap water (#flint).

CHARGE ME $9 FOR THIS AGAIN BITCH TRY IT

CHARGE ME $9 FOR THIS AGAIN BITCH TRY IT

The food itself is fine. I’ve eaten worse Mexican. The brekkie burrito was actually borderline good. But you know what shits me?

SIDES GUYS. YOU HAVE TO GIVE SIDES. HOW MUCH DOES RICE AND BEANS FUCKING COST YOU? LITERALLY FIVE CENTS A PLATE LITERALLY.

So while a $9 breakfast burrito is v v reasonable, I’d rather pay $13 for it and have it come with a little dollop of rice and beans, you feel me?

naked plate bullshit

naked plate bullshit

Margs were on point, so def go ahead and drown yourself in them.

Now let me tell you about the glistening motherfucking stars of Peekskill:

THE FUCKING BAKERY

I CALL THE REESES PRETZEL ON THE RIGHT YAAAS

I CALL THE REESES PRETZEL ON THE RIGHT YAAAS

The face of a happy man and his danish

The face of a happy man and his danish

AND THE FUCKING BOOK STORE. I love me a rickity wood-floored bookstore.

They've also got a solid vinyl selection here

They've also got a solid vinyl selection here

AND ALSO THE BREWERY.

HELLO LOVAHHH

HELLO LOVAHHH

Listen up, the brewery is where it’s at. If you aren’t into craft beer, it’s gonna be a short motherfucking day in Peekskill for you, but if you love beer and want to get through heaps of delicious brews, you’re gonna love it here. I genuinely don’t have a clue as to what locals in this town do on weekends besides go to the Brewery, which is a bit strange but also dope because you know the party is always poppin’ over there.

When you take a sip of Juice is Flowin' IIPA and your brain explodes

When you take a sip of Juice is Flowin' IIPA and your brain explodes

The beers are great, btw. Bring a growler so you can enjoy some on the train ride home (it’s the Metro North, what are rules?) Also, the food looked delish and made me instantly regret fucking Taco Dive Bar.

And last but not least: the walking track.

I know, that sounds so basic, like I’m a sweater-wearing Connecticunt who power walks every morning from 6-7:30am. But honestly, it’s nice to feel isolated and alone. It’s nice to catch the breeze on your face without children, tourists, and intense athletes all running around you like we do in Central Park. The path is part of an ongoing project in Westchester which will eventually be a 51-mile path that parallels the Hudson River. So don’t worry, there’s plenty of exercise to be had here.

LOOK HOW FUCKING PRETTY

LOOK HOW FUCKING PRETTY

And I say this with love and not my usual sarcastic tone: If you need to escape the upsetting political climate in New York City, just for a few hours to breathe and reconnect, this is a particularly stunning place to do so.

Most of the track is right along the Hudson

Most of the track is right along the Hudson

Peekskill may be a bare-bones town (although they do have a Wells Fargo!), but it was a really special day for me to enjoy craft beer and to just be quiet in nature.

Feminist-embroidered jacket by my girl at Raging Bush

Feminist-embroidered jacket by my girl at Raging Bush