. . . that just never looks as good in print as hearing Jack Nicholson saying it.
Ah, well, the point is, I’m back. My trip to New York was fantastic. Just the break I needed. Although. . .
. . . we had full, busy days — up early and then out pounding the streets and riding the subway. It was just all too much fun!
We saw two plays while we were there — Wicked and Race. Wicked is the untold story of the relationship between the witches before Dorothy and Toto ever make the scene. It was wonderful — very funny, with lavish sets and a great story line. Can’t wait for it to come here so I can take my grand-daughter, Hailey. She would love it, especially Glinda, who is really a girly girl. Race, was a dark comedy exploring society’s attitude towards well, what else, racial stereotypes and prejudice. It was very thought-provoking while at the same time crazily funny. A David Mamet play, so lots of profanity and no fear of saying the politically incorrect. Loved it.
There is just something about New York. I, like millions of others, simply love the place. And I say that with the full knowledge that my love of the place is superficial and naive. I am a tourist when I’m there, nothing more and I know little or nothing of the average life of a true New Yorker. In our travels about the city — and those were confined to Upper, Middle and Lower Manhattan — we encountered very few real citizens. Those we did were working and for the most part seemed resigned to answering the touristy questions we posed (and they’d heard for probably the millionth time). They weren’t exactly friendly, but they were polite, which is okay.
The funniest thing I heard was when we were coming out of Tiffany’s. (I bought myself a lovely little silver chain and initial pendant — surprisingly very affordable!) A little boy of about 5 was complaining to his father about the streets being too busy. His dad said, “I know, son, it’s because there’s so many tourists right now. Unfortunately, we need the tourists to survive.” I laughed right out loud. With my pretty little blue Tiffany’s bag swinging gaily from my hand. I guess Audrey shouldn’t have made the place so famous.
This was my second trip to the big apple and having been there once before really came in handy. As Tim and I had taken the subway before I wasn’t at all hesitant about getting in to them again. Each day we would go and get an unlimited ride pass and then we would take that subway all over the place. Though the terminals themselves are nearly unbearably hot, the cars are blessedly air-conditioned. Well, except for one. Day two we’re down in the terminal waiting for our train. It’s busy, lots of people. We worry about getting separated when it’s that busy, so as the train pulls up we see a car that is practically empty. We make a bee-line for it. The doors whoosh open and we rush in — it’s stifling hot! But now it’s too late to switch cars, so we’re stuck. We laughed so hard at our stupidity, and, never made that mistake again!
Now, let’s talk about the food. All of it was fantastic. We ate at Tom’s Restaurant — the one from Seinfeld — our first night there. Very good, homestyle meals. Tom, I believe that was him, anyway, came over and talked to us — a couple of us got our picture taken with him. He was a nice man who runs a landmark restaurant. The service was fast and friendly, I would definitely recommend this as a place to go. Other than that we ate hotdogs and kebabs off the street carts, had Chinese in China-town, dinner at Carmine’s — the BEST for Italian food — but avoid the drinks, too pricy and not sure they actually have any booze in them. We also had Turkish food at a great little restaurant in Morningside where we were staying, breakfast at a French cafe,and pizza at Grimaldi’s under the Brooklyn Bridge. Other than Grimaldi’s, where we stood in line in the sweltering heat for 45 minutes, but it was so totally worth it, we never had to wait for a seat in a restaurant, ever.
Around the corner from our apartment were a couple of grocers. One was 24/7 and you could get anything you wanted there, any time of day. And it was always fresh! They had a wonderful fresh salad and deli bar, a coffee bar, vast fruit stands, freshly baked bread, cookies and pastries, a large dairy case, and a really good selection of dried and canned foods which reflected ethnic diversity. This is where we picked up stuff for our breakfasts — it was called the Westside Market on Broadway and 110th. There are lots of these places around, really worth checking out if you’re planning a longer visit to New York.
The only problem we ever had was locating a place to buy wine. We could get beer anywhere, but buying wine was a bit of a trial. Then we were told, on our second last day, to go over to Amsterdam Ave. There were dozens of little wine stores over there. Never fear, though, we made sure we stopped several times throughout the day for a drink at some little cafe or restaurant. I think the most frivolous fun we
We did so much, saw so much, experienced so much — I could probably write all day trying to get it all down. But I think I’ll take a break for now. Post a few pictures from our trip and get back at it again tomorrow.