Last Day. No brunch for you!

 So, our adventures come to an end. 

Here’s this morning’s first world problem: No one seems to serve brunch on a Thursday in Manhattan. Every place we tried, using Google, Open Table or Yelp, stopped serving breakfast at 10 or 1030. The place that acted like they do, near Chelsea Market, had no openings from 1030 till 1. 😡

We ended up doing a Restaurant Week participant near Bing & Dot’s hotel. 

It was very food porn worthy. 

I practiced for class next week at the front door, where the greeter asked, “Do you want to check your coat?” And I looked at mine and said “yeah, it’s a coat.” I was told later their laughs were at the greeter’s confusion, not my joke. She didn’t laugh. 

The Sea Fire Grill sat us near their (fake) fire and the waiter, no Jeremy, had his own routine. It was only kinda funny. 

We had salads to start. Except GW, who had this fancy-plated burrata:

For main course, Bing had salmon. 

I had the pasta with crab meat. 

The other two had the sirloin. 

And, OC, they had New York cheesecake as part of their prix fixe menu. 

After a two hour lunch, we were on our way to Chelsea when I asked GW if we really wanted to spend the time to make the trip. She said we didn’t have too, it was going to be a lot, so we didn’t. 

And, rather anticlimactic, came back to their room, got our bags, and Uber-ed to Penn Station. 

We said we’d do something again soon. It was a fun but short trip. I was a bit disappointed that Bing, “the crooner”, didn’t break into song more. 😕 I mean, I think I sang more of The Bright Side of Life yesterday (with whistle ) than he sang the whole time we were there. Not once did I hear the opening bars of “Tradition.” 😀  alas…

Back to home and for both of us, back to work  🥲

 Adieu till next time.