This time last year I was almost ready to go on a vacation, a much needed vacation. I had planned a trip back to New York City. A long fourteen years earlier I went on a whirlwind visit for the ball drop on New Year’s Eve. After a non-stop drive of eighteen hours with a good friend, no sleep, and a rowdy crowd in a cramped apartment-we awoke on December 31st, stood for fourteen hours in Times Square, no sleep again followed by another eighteen hour drive home. I will never do that again, been there done that.
But the last time was so enjoyable; a nice flight with my niece Amanda, a great place to stay in Brooklyn with her boyfriend, Jamie, a very gracious host. Jamie knew it all and walked me around the neighborhoods to feel that New York Groove. On one street he was like, ‘Oh and Walt Whitman lived on this street.’ I love Walt Whitman and it was just inspiring to be there. From the local bakers and meat shops we casually wandered around taking it all in. We didn’t hit real touristy areas other than Central Park and Prospect Park but we did get to the heart of some of the every day spots.
Of course, being a self-proclaimed foodie, we tried to get as good of a sampling of everything we could get our hands on; the classic New York slice of pizza, fresh bread and cookies from bakeries that have been around forever, and venturing into some new and old restaurants in Manhattan. Both wowed me on every level-I was in heaven. From the East Village to Greenwich Village and beyond I tried a little and missed so much.
On the last night after doing so much we thought let’s just order some food in, that didn’t happen. We ventured into Manhattan one last time for a sliver of a chance to get into an incredible restaurant. It is Saturday night at about 9:00, we arrive with no reservations, just with the attitude there were other places close by to eat at just in case. Let’s just say we walk into an impressive place that is busy busy busy…at that moment they had a cancelation. So within two minutes we have an awesome table in one of New York’s finest. Over two hours later, some amazing food and wine, an incredible evening was had by all.
Now I don’t know if and when it will happen again, but I am hoping so much I can come close or at least try to have that again. Now I have not completely gone over this with some certain parties and they may be reading this now…so, I hope it is okay if I invite myself back. This small town boy needs some big city lights, some reading writing inspiration and some more food. Did I forget some good company?
But the last time was so enjoyable; a nice flight with my niece Amanda, a great place to stay in Brooklyn with her boyfriend, Jamie, a very gracious host. Jamie knew it all and walked me around the neighborhoods to feel that New York Groove. On one street he was like, ‘Oh and Walt Whitman lived on this street.’ I love Walt Whitman and it was just inspiring to be there. From the local bakers and meat shops we casually wandered around taking it all in. We didn’t hit real touristy areas other than Central Park and Prospect Park but we did get to the heart of some of the every day spots.
Of course, being a self-proclaimed foodie, we tried to get as good of a sampling of everything we could get our hands on; the classic New York slice of pizza, fresh bread and cookies from bakeries that have been around forever, and venturing into some new and old restaurants in Manhattan. Both wowed me on every level-I was in heaven. From the East Village to Greenwich Village and beyond I tried a little and missed so much.
On the last night after doing so much we thought let’s just order some food in, that didn’t happen. We ventured into Manhattan one last time for a sliver of a chance to get into an incredible restaurant. It is Saturday night at about 9:00, we arrive with no reservations, just with the attitude there were other places close by to eat at just in case. Let’s just say we walk into an impressive place that is busy busy busy…at that moment they had a cancelation. So within two minutes we have an awesome table in one of New York’s finest. Over two hours later, some amazing food and wine, an incredible evening was had by all.
Now I don’t know if and when it will happen again, but I am hoping so much I can come close or at least try to have that again. Now I have not completely gone over this with some certain parties and they may be reading this now…so, I hope it is okay if I invite myself back. This small town boy needs some big city lights, some reading writing inspiration and some more food. Did I forget some good company?
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