I Love You, New York

I Love You, New York

I love New York in more than a souvenir t-shirt kind of way. Every time I’m lucky enough to take a long weekend in the Big Apple, I want to extend it for…forever.  I recently returned from one such trip to a vacation hangover so rough that I still can’t stomach it.  We arrived on a Friday at 3:30pm and took a cab straight to the hotel, in Midtown.  Of course we stayed at the Peninsula, because… I am not one to turn my cheek to employee discounts.  We checked in, dropped off our bags and went out on the town. Papillion, New York City We walked down 5th Avenue and around in a loop past Rockefeller Center and the fancy shops and wound up in a café named Papillion.  The ground floor looked like a typical bar on a Friday night.  Once we were seated and viewed the menu (and the prices), we decided to have drinks and appetizers.  I ordered white wine and my sweet ordered whiskey and we both split the charcuterie plate.  The atmosphere and the cured meats were lovely, and we enjoyed our time at Papillion.  We left the restaurant and continued our wandering about midtown.  The charcuterie didn’t hold us for long and we decided to enjoy another small plate at another café, this one closer to the hotel.  It was called Benoit and it was perfect.  We sat in the bar, which looked like the set of a Woody Allen movie, and ordered coffee and dessert.  We got a slice of chocolate tart and a slice of apple tart, both were divine.  After we left, we walked by the MoMA and debated going in or not, until we saw the sign on the Benoitdoor advertising Free Fridays, sponsored by Uniqlo.  So of course we went in, and enjoyed all of the exhibits we could before the museum closed for the evening.  There was one in particular that held our attention the longest, a long hallway, lined with two LED screens.  There, we were able to play some sort of communist version of Super Mario.  After the museum, we moved down the street to meet up with one of my Chicago colleagues who happened to be in town as well.  We had a few drinks at Cassidy’s Pub and enjoyed the karaoke singers there.  We left the bar feeling toasty and happy and crashed into the white, fluffy heaven that was our hotel bed.  The next morning, we woke up early to enjoy the continental breakfast inMemorial the hotel restaurant.  The coffee and croissants gave us the energy to get moving and
hop on a subway train to the World Trade Center Memorial.  We got off the train with a sea of people and followed the tide to the site of the memorial.  It was a very emotional experience despite the multitude of selfie sticks.  The memorial itself was beautiful; the reflecting pools are quite the sight to take in.  We walked from the memorial to Battery Park, stopping at St. Paul’s Cathedral and Trinity Church along the way.  The churches were so pretty, we couldn’t help but peak inside and gaze at their beautiful structures and stained glass windows.  We finally made it to Battery Park and were amazed at how saturated it was with tourists.  We deliberately walked past the line for Liberty and Ellis Islands (the lines were out of control) and made our way to the (completely gratis) Staten Island Ferry at Whitehall Terminal.  We had to wait for a ferry, but grabbed a giant pretzel at one of the many vendors in the terminal to pass the time.  Once the ferry arrived and we were able to board, it was a mad dash to the window that would be the best vantage point to see the Statue of Liberty.  We grabbed some seats on that particular side of the boat and got up to join the crowds once it was close enough to the statue.  We stayed on Staten Island only long enough to board the next ferry back to Manhattan. Staten Island Ferry, NY

I snapped better pictures on our way back, because this time we knew where to run to when we boarded.  When we arrived back on the other side of the harbor, we took another subway train to Greenwich Village and had lunch at Cozy’s Soup ‘n’ Burger, Michael and I split each of their namesakes.  The food was good, but typical of a diner.  After lunch, we meandered back to the hotel to freshen up for a night Majestic Theater, New York Cityof tourism.  My lovely boyfriend procured a pair of tickets to see Phantom of the Opera that evening, so we dolled up and went to dinner in the Theater District before the show. As it was an hour before show time on a Saturday night, and we did not have reservations, we sat at the bar at Café Angus Bistro to eat.  We ordered their Du Pre option, which was a prix fixe, three course menu designed for pre-show diners.  I chose the roasted buttermilk chicken as my entrée, and Mike had the salmon.  Along with the entrée came a small portion of house salad and a delightful three bite portion of dessert, their apple-cherry crumble.  The meal was delicious and the perfect amount of food.  We went to the Majestic Theater feeling satisfied and ready to take in a three hour performance.  The musical was magnificent.  I loved every minute of it, and the cast was so talented I wanted to cry.  Each scene was better than the last; the whole production was perfect.  After the show we wandered around Times Square, New York Citythe Theater District and Time Square taking pictures and being uber tourists.  It was a very surreal experience, being in the middle of all the lights and people, where so many iconic events have taken place.  We stopped by Junior’s Cheesecake and shared a slice of the cherry, which we devoured while we continued to walk around.  We found that as we were walking past some of the other theaters, the cast was coming out to crowds of people wanting to get their programs signed.  We observed the whole scene, and realized we were staring at Mr. Ferris Bueller himself, Matthew Broderick.  Of course we couldn’t have him sign a program from a play he did not star in, so we just stared in awe as he signed others’.  Once he got in his SUV to leave, we were able to tear ourselves away from the scene and start wandering The Rose/The Dark Tower, New York Cityagain.  Being the Stephen King fan that I am, I convinced Mike to walk to 46th and 2nd Avenue to where the vacant lot that houses The Rose from the Dark Tower Series is supposed to be located.  It was quite a long walk from Time Square, and it’s probably the most fangirl thing I’ve ever done, but it was totally worth it.  There was no vacant lot, only a small park with a bodega across the street.  Mike very thoughtfully bought me a rose at the bodega and we placed it behind the locked gate of the park (only to take it back after I took a picture).  That rose cost us $18 because we didn’t have any cash and there was a minimum for debit card purchases, so we got The Rose and a 6-pack of Brooklyn Lager.  It made me very happy though, to make the small pilgrimage to an iconic spot in my favorite author’s books.  After I got my fill of Dark Tower fanfare, we walked back to the hotel the long way, enjoying the weather and each other’s company.  We turned on the TV in the room and each drank a lager while discussing the day’s events.  Luna Park, Coney Island, NYOn Sunday, we woke up early again and went straight to the subway to take the F train to Coney Island.  It was a long ride, and we got there at about 11:30 am.  The view of the park and the boardwalk from the train was amazing, and I couldn’t wait to go explore.  Luna Park, the amusement park on the boardwalk, didn’t open until noon, so we walked down the boardwalk and into the sand, relishing the sight of the ocean; we Midwesterners don’t take that view for granted.  We decided to get a famous Nathan’s hotdog for lunch.  I can tell you now, it is famous for a reason.  I broke a Chicago rule and put mustard AND Luna Park, Coney Island, NYketchup on it, and it was so delicious.  Once Luna Park opened, we walked inside and took inventory of the rides and attractions to decide which to spend our money on.  Each ride was about $4-$9, so we only went on three.  First we tried one of the small roller coasters, called The Tickler, and we went on the swings before we walked over to the main event, The Cyclone. The cyclone is an almost century old, wooden roller coaster, that is as rickety as it sounds.  We felt we absolutely had to go on it.  There was no line, and we climbed the wooden steps up to the boarding platform to get in one of the leather-lined cars right away.  A few other people boarded, and we took off through the sea of wooden slats and planks.  It only lasted a couple of minutes, but it was very fun, and provided a great view of the coast.  We walked around a little longer, and then got back on the train to head back towards the city.  We made a pit stop at Washington Square Park and walked to The Strand Bookstore in the East Village. The Strand is a bibliophile’s oasis, stocked to the hilt with new and used books.  We spent more time than actually necessary there but I was entranced by their selection and all of the Strand merchandise.
The Strand Bookstore, New York, RebeccawanderlustingWe walked back to the hotel from there, which was quite a long walk but we refueled with a slice of New York style pizza at Empire Pizza about halfway through.  When we finally made it back to the hotel, we readied ourselves to go meet one of my very good friends for dinner in Washington Park, New York CityHell’s Kitchen.  We met him on the corner of 50th and 9th, and decided we were all in the mood for margaritas.  We waltzed down the street into Arriba Arriba, and were seated right away, surprisingly.  We all ordered frozen margaritas; mine was watermelon.  The margs were delicious and the food was even better.  We had two rounds and were delightfully tipsy when we left the restaurant to walk back towards the hotel.  WeSalon De Ning, Peninsula New York met more Chicago colleagues at the hotel bar, Salon De Ning, which was on the roof.  We got a large table in the corner of the outdoor terrace.  It was a chilly night, but the terrace was spotted with heat lamps and the cocktails helped as well.  The drinks were a little pricey but delectably worth it.  We finished the night off back at Cassidy’s Pub and enjoyed the drinks and company just as we did the first night there.  For our last day in NYC, we started again with breakfast at the hotel, and then walked down to the New York Public Library.  It was gorgeous, both inside and out.  We toured the inside, independently, and walked through the reading rooms.  The Rose Main Reading room, which is what I wanted to see, was unfortunately closed for remodeling, but at least it gives me a good reason to revisit.

New York Public Library

After we left the library, we walked down 5th Avenue towards Central Park.  We decided to have lunch first then take a stroll through the inside of the park.  We walked along Madison Avenue, Central Park, NYCamongst the designer stores and boutiques, and could not for the life of us find a place to have lunch that wouldn’t cost us the equivalent of our plane tickets.  We finally came upon 3 Guys on Madison Avenue, which fit the bill perfectly.  We had sandwiches in a booth at the front of the diner.  I later read, on the plane ride home, that Joan Didion and her late husband used to stop in there regularly (from “The Year of Magical Thinking”)  , which made the experience that much better.  We finally made it to Central Park and walked around for a few hours, stopping by Alice in Wonderland and Hans Christian Anderson to take pictures, and by the Bethesda Fountain to watch the brides and grooms pose and listen to the small choir singing under the bridge. We walked back to the hotel to collect our luggage and took the subway to JFK.  The whole while I complained and dragged my feet, because I did not want to leave.  Every time I go to New York, I come home and start planning my next trip back, whether it be in a few months or a year, almost as soon as I get off the plane.  We have a great long-distance relationship, New York and I, and every time I go back, it’s as if I never left.

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