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Day 3 NYC Trip Continued

Having been nourished at Amity Hall, we made the 2 mile trek all the way back up to Times Square. Although the sun was shining brightly during our entire stay, the temperatures never rose above 40 degrees and when the wind blew we felt it all the way to the bone. This did not deter us from standing in the TKTS line for over an hour to secure tickets to Wonderland which was still in previews. I could write an entire post on Wonderland. Maybe I will…but that’s for another time.

 

Completely frozen B and I practically ran back to the hotel. To thaw out we cashed in on those free drink tickets and spent an hour sipping wine and nibbling on cheese and olives before dressing for the Broadway show. We walked back over to Times Square and the Marquis Theater. The show was magical. What musical on Broadway isn’t? There was some particularly delightful dialogue and the make-over of Alice in Wonderland creatures was very well done.

 

Post-show we were both hungry and not ready to settle in for the night. After all, cheese, grapes and olives are really not adequate dinner after the amount of walking we had done. We found ourselves back at Cask because once we discover places we love, it’s hard not to become loyal. A few pints of beer and two fabulous desserts later we finally dragged ourselves back to the hotel.

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Day 3 NYC Trip

No alarm clock. That was probably one of the best parts about the trip. Somewhere between 9am and 10am we wandered a few blocks away to Stumptown in the Ace Hotel. There was no way I was going without good coffee. The line wrapped around the coffee bar and extended out into the hotel lobby but it was well worth the wait. Sipping cappuccinos at the window bar was the perfect start to the morning.

 

Then we strolled down towards Greenwich Village, stumbling upon an outdoor farmers market on our way where we enjoyed a few breakfast pastries. The next stop on our walking journey was the Strand bookstore. I could have spent all day here amongst the endless stacks of books. As it was I managed to escape with only a slim novel by Paulo Coelho.

 

At noon we ducked into a small chapel off of a beautiful church that, I am sorry to say, I never got the name of. It was Bach’s birthday that Friday and as it turned out one of the clergy played Bach twice a week during the lunch hour and we had stopped just in time to enjoy over thirty minutes of music. We sat for almost as long waiting for it to start and it was probably the longest the two of us have just been still and quiet in ages.

After passing through the NYU campus for old times sake (I once spent a summer living here), we were famished enough to need real and true sustenance. I found us another winning spot…Amity Hall. Down in the basement, seated against the wall where it was quiet we were not disappointed by the beer list and they have the best fries I’ve ever tasted.

 

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Its been that kind of day…

Talk about a Monday. The car goes in for a new sunroof and the replacement has a problem so now they have to keep it overnight.

I decide for the first time in my life that I can wing and just toss in a a towel, some shorts and my tennis shoes for a trip to the gym. Packing light, right? Which means of course that it also happens to be the day that the soap dispenser in the gym shower is OUT of soap. I always bring my own…except for today. Last time I ever pack light.

Then there was the fact that a 15 minute bus ride back to the office turned into a 45 minute ride when the Burnside bridge shut down.

So now I find myself guzzling down a Blue Dot IPA and it’s good. And right now I need it. Here’s to Monday!