Sunday, September 18, 2005
NYC, what is it about you?
Oh, the food, always the food!
For instance, skate in vanilla sauce, over seared greens at the Porcupine:
…followed by a pastry selection. This is not easy. Too many choices along Bleecker Street.
This will take care of the chocolate urge:
The skies clear, it’s Sunday, park day. So many little tykes, especially in and around the Zoo. Their food choices steer toward drippy, creamy cones and bars.
Still others take to the boats, looking for calm waters and quiet moments.
Outside the park, at the Museum of Natural History, an exhibit celebrating my blog:
Oh fine. I admit it. I visit Zabar’s with the same enthusiasm that others reserve for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Just the blue cheeses alone fill a photo.
I wanted to zoom in on the varieties of smoked salmon, but they insisted that the photo was about them.
More food thoughts: two randomly selected judges sample bagels from the “best bagel store in the world.” Great stuff. No complaints.
Ending the afternoon with a slice of the real thing: thin crust, New York pizza.
I am on the train now, heading for New Haven for a dinner with daughters. Sunday meals should never be eaten alone.
For instance, skate in vanilla sauce, over seared greens at the Porcupine:
…followed by a pastry selection. This is not easy. Too many choices along Bleecker Street.
This will take care of the chocolate urge:
The skies clear, it’s Sunday, park day. So many little tykes, especially in and around the Zoo. Their food choices steer toward drippy, creamy cones and bars.
Still others take to the boats, looking for calm waters and quiet moments.
Outside the park, at the Museum of Natural History, an exhibit celebrating my blog:
Oh fine. I admit it. I visit Zabar’s with the same enthusiasm that others reserve for the Metropolitan Museum of Art. Just the blue cheeses alone fill a photo.
I wanted to zoom in on the varieties of smoked salmon, but they insisted that the photo was about them.
More food thoughts: two randomly selected judges sample bagels from the “best bagel store in the world.” Great stuff. No complaints.
Ending the afternoon with a slice of the real thing: thin crust, New York pizza.
I am on the train now, heading for New Haven for a dinner with daughters. Sunday meals should never be eaten alone.
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Awesome!
ReplyDeleteI miss New York Sooooo Much!
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