Just spent a wonderful overnight trip in New York again and thought I might give you a taste of what an event is like for the Beer Widow. First of all, you need to know that we got to the city via Philly instead of Connecticut. Having spent a fine Christmas in the City of Brotherly Love, we decided as a family unit to take on New York to see just how much we could pack into one 24 hour experience.
So, this is how it went down.
We drove into New York via the Lincoln Tunnel. This could have been a mess, but we had an EZPass so we whipped through all of the traffic quite efficiently. Thank god.
We got fairly cheap parking ($30/overnight), for Manhattan, on the upper West side and headed down to the West Village as fast as the C train could take us there. Around 3:00PM got off at 14th street and walked to 11th and Greenwich Street to visit The Spotted Pig for a snack. Had the Shoestring Fries, some marinated, warm olives and a refreshing adult beverage. Because the full menu wasn’t available due to the kitchen prepping for the dinner rush, we decided to move on down to our next favorite haunt – The Blind Tiger.
But, my son – a former NYC resident – waylaid us. On the way to The Bind Tiger, you walk past the White Horse Tavern. This pub was, the poet, Dylan Thomas’ haunt. My son stated that he had his last drink at the pub, went to his room at the Chelsea Hotel, and died. Not a real good PR campaign for a pub, but as we are always up for something off-beat, we decided to stop for a drink. AND, as it was an Irish pub, we felt compelled to have Jameson shots all around. Except for the daughter – she was being responsible. She did have a beer though. Fortunately, none of us died, so after this round, we headed onward to our next destination.
The Blind Tiger was full to overflowing – shows how fabulous of a place it is – so we walked around Bleeker Street for a while, stopping in at Murray’s Cheese shop and the Pastry Shop across the street to get some macarons. You see, this wasn’t just a regular trip to NYC, it was my birthday and a big one at that. So, since I am not a cake fan, we went with macarons – a much better choice.
I got Pistachio, Tim and Doug got Salted Caramel, and Katie got Stawberry Poppy Seed. Now, these puppies weren’t cheap at $2.75 each, but are so decadent and less calories than cake, they were worth every cent. We decided to save them for later, so I tucked them into my pocket (in a cellophane bag, of course) and moved on out.
Blind Tiger was still too crowded, so we ate an early dinner at a Tratorria across the street. The dinner was good, but not great, so I won’t tell you the name since I don’t think it is worthy of “Doing Again.”
Instead of getting desert, remember, I have the macarons in my pocket, we decided to try the Blind Tiger again for one final time. And it worked! We all got a beer, the selection there is amazing, and then tromped back up to the Theater District for a play.
Prior to the show, we stopped for drinks at Sardi’s before the show. Why do I always find myself running to shows? Could be those pre-theatre drinks. Oh well – could be worse!
We had planned this out a long time ago and purchased tickets to “The Glass Menagerie”, at the Booth Theater, hottest tickets in town right now. The show was awesome, the seats were fabulous, and at intermission we remembered the macarons and toasted a successful day!
With the curtain call over, we are out the door heading back to the West Village. Why you say? Why to sing our hearts out at Marie’s Crisis!
Marie’s Crisis is the bar in the city for all of us Broadway musical junkies. This underground bar has a piano right in the middle with everyone, and I mean everyone, huddled around it singing every show tune you can think of. Place a few bucks in the jar and you get to pick your song. Or songs, depending on how much you give the piano man. And I am telling you, they know ALL of them. Have never seen the piano man stumped yet.
Well, we were in a rush because Shawn, my NYC GBF was waiting for us there. My husband and daughter had never been, so they were in for a surprise. This place is so popular that there was a line out the door – even at 11:30 in the evening. This might be because it was over Christmas break, but I can tell you, this place is always full. In any case, we finally connected with Sean, and sang the night away. My rendition of Tits and Ass was especially entertaining if I don’t say so myself. Finally, at around 2:00AM we decided to leave.
Did we go to our hotel room? Hell no, we went to the Pony Bar on 10th Ave! Yet another great beer bar! Unfortunately, we were quite hungry by then and upon entering the establishment, we discovered that they had just closed the kitchen 7 minutes earlier. Fortunately, the manager said I could bring food in, so the daughter and I hoofed it around the corner and ordered a falafel dinner from the Halal food truck right outside the bar. Best falafel I have ever had – I suggest you order the spicy rice too. Yum!
Finally, around 3:30, we decided to go to our hotel room. I know the city doesn’t sleep, but this woman does. Eventually.
So, all I can say is that the evening was a total success. We spent lunch the next day at The Beer Authority (great bar and restaurant) recanting all of our adventures. When it was all said and done, we hugged each other tightly, decided to meet up again in New Orleans in April to do that town right, and headed off for home – the kids to Philly and us to Connecticut.
Now that is how to do not only a birthday, but also New York City right.
Just realized, we weren’t even in town for 24 hours – we left at 1:30!
In any case, I highly suggest you try some of these places we went during our escapades. They are all, except for the Trattoria, well worth doing again. And again. And again.
Happy New Year!