A Guide to 72 Hours Well-Spent in Auckland
I spent last weekend in Auckland exercising the art of Kia ora (that’s the native Maori greeting that translates to being well and healthy). No need for elaborate details here; check my highlights from a 72-hour adventure of excellence:
Beneath a ceiling of stars, I bawled like a fashionista baby while witnessing the documentary Dior and I. Yes, it was heightened sensory overload as part of the New Zealand International Film Festival, but if you’re going to shed tears watching something on the big screen, then Auckland’s Civic Theatre is the place to do it.
Frankly the best meal I’ve devoured in months. It doesn’t get more delicious than Ken Yakitori Bar—and the vintage disco tunes are a bonus. Next time I’m going back on a buzzy Saturday eve for sake and good times galore.
The Golden Dawn, because post-dinner Negronis are a must and the deejay played Queen. ‘Nuff said.
Ultra-hip beauty spa Lucy & the Powder Room is an obligatory part of curing a hangover. I emerged from a 90-minute hydrating facial feeling like Christy Turlington and then proceeded to spend a small fortune on Stella McCartney lingerie on my way out. I especially loved the ballerina terrariums, created by local artist Annie O, at the ground-floor entrance.
Roman Empire statues at the Auckland Art Gallery never looked so good as against a garden park backdrop.
An impromptu Sunday afternoon lunch at Little Bird Organics was the perfect pick-me-up to continue my weekend adventure. Here I discovered Chickpea, a fantastic-looking vegan quarterly magazine that is now sitting pretty on my coffee table in Australia.
At Fabric I experienced a meltdown over Comme des Garçons and Isabel Marant at 40 percent off. Then I stopped on my way out to photograph the funky tiles.
Hands down, one of the coolest organic dining spots at any airport. Thank you, Shaky Isles, for the best-ever breakfast prior to embarking upon a five-hour flight home via Air New Zealand.
Photos: Courtesy of Linlee Allen