Sunday in the Big Apple.
Yesterday Mrs. Parkway, daughter, son-in-law and I crossed the Hudson River to spend some time in the Big Apple and to use the show tickets that were gifted to us by daughter and son-in-law. Seeing as how I hate to drive into New York and Mrs. Parkway would sooner face a firing squad than drive into New York, Son-in-Law did the honors.
Rather than send you into Snoozeville with a meandering narrative, here are the high points:
Dinner at Becco. The restaurant was established by “Lidia†of television and cook book fame. Reservations a must. Very good food. Bring lots of money, unless you’re having the spaghetti special and a Coke.
After Dinner Drinks at Firebird. Whoa! It’s a serious Russian Restaurant, but we weren’t there for the food. I insisted that we go there (based on the recommendation of a colleague), because they serve more than one hundred kinds of vodka. … mercy
The signature drink is the honey vodka, a concoction made on the premises using a secret recipe of honey and multiple spices. It is served in a frozen, tiny flute, and it is most excellent. As good as the honey vodka is, I would not recommend planning to get shitfaced drinking it, because it (and all the other vodkas on the menu) go for twelve dollars a rattle. Yes, that’s twelve bucks for something like an ounce and a half of booze. Oh, and should you want that vodka turned into a martini (i.e. a dash of vermouth, shaken or stirred), you can add another fiver, making it a seventeen dollar drink.
The Show. We saw Mary Poppins, a Mrs. Parkway fave. Here’s the goofy thing. Having never seen the movie, I figure I was the only person in the audience who had no idea what the heck the story was about. Worked out pretty well for me, I’d say. The singing and dancing were spectacular, as was Mary’s “flying†all over the stage. It was a fun show, and I recommend it to anyone coming into New York with children.
The Parking. I figure that Johnny Sack must have the parking gig sewn up in New York, because the ransom for four or five hours of parking on a Sunday night was a mere $29.00.
Hey, it’s the Theater District, yo.
Here’s how the “Great White Way” looks when you hold your cell phone camera over your head and shoot a picture.
…. I SO wish that I were there….. you have no idea…
Comment by Eric — January 28, 2008 @ 9:33 pm
I (heart) Noo Yawk. Mainly ’cause I get to go home to Atlanta after I visit. But there is nothing like an evening on the town in the Big Apple. Glad yez guys were having a great time!
Comment by Elisson — January 28, 2008 @ 10:21 pm
Did your chef suffer from female baldness? Did the maitre d’ say “tutti a tavola” when you were seated? What did you order?
Comment by Suzette — January 29, 2008 @ 7:08 am
I AM IMPRESSED! It takes a lot of courage for a man who is afraid of alligators and chainsaws to go to NY CITY!
I use chainsaws often and fish with alligators next to the boat and I still have not generated the desire nor will to visit NY City ever again..
Comment by GUYK — January 29, 2008 @ 8:36 am
I ordered Ceaser Salad followed by Italian stuffed peppers (the long ones, not bell peppers) served over gnocchi. Of course, there was also a couple bottles of wine, dessert (cannoli to die for) and a fancy schmancy cappucino with whipped cream and melted caramel glazed over the top.
Burp.
Jimbo
Comment by Jim — January 29, 2008 @ 8:41 am
Ye godz & little fishes… Not to be TOO provincial, but I can get a bucket of beer on ice & a double-double cheeseburger for 10 bucks at the local icehouse, park for free, and watch drunken redneck skanks fight over some slack-jawed yokel for the evening’s entertainment. I gar-on-tee the amusement level is just as high!
Comment by El Capitan — January 29, 2008 @ 1:25 pm
“. . . so I held my cell up for a second to take a pic for my blog and BLAM! the guy came outta nowhere I swear, swiped it right outta my hand . . .”
Comment by dogette — January 29, 2008 @ 4:36 pm
Did you see any people making min wage there?
Comment by Catfish — January 29, 2008 @ 9:16 pm
A few years ago I went to a place called Red Square. It was a vodka/eating establishment such as the one you went to, only this was in side a hotel in Vegas.
I was in heaven.
They had an ice topped bar; but it was looking at the different slections of vodka drinks that gave me the delightful shivers.
Comment by Maeve — February 1, 2008 @ 3:21 pm
god I miss NYC
Comment by wRitErsbLock — February 3, 2008 @ 9:00 pm