We're in New York City for "3" days with Bing and Dorothy...the pair who started all this back when as traveling companions a la Hope & Crosby's "Road" movies and my take on the title -- Road to Sonoma (it was, at one point, the end of one of our journeys...sort of)
This is our first trip since before Covid. Sad that it's been so long, but yay that we are. And fell right into the old routine. We got Bing's classic "I have an apple and can live on it forever" line less than hour after we got into town and their hotel.
Let's start the food porn with this classic from the sucky free breakfast at the Hampton Inn in New Jersey.
We stayed last night in NJ because the weather was supposed to suck. It did. It was snowy this morning. We left the car at the hotel and Uber'd over to the NJ commuter train and zipped (relatively) into Penn Station.
Our first place (on a busy day) was a trip to the Met (Museum of Art). I was told that I "zip through museums" (which I take to mean my lips don't move as I read the signs), but I consented to slow down and even went and stood in the interminable coat check line TWICE to...not "zip."
We were there essentially to see an exhibit of Matisse and Derain "Fauvist" paintings from 1905-6, when they summered (bummer that it would be) on the French Riviera. I decided I'm not a fan of Fauvism (who would have guessed?).
Here's the picture of my favorite from the day.
Then taxied to dinner -- an hour early. It was 4 o'clock. They all ordered wine. I was driving, so I had sparkling water.
It is restaurant week here, so it was a very good Italian place with a prix fixe menu. My ragu was great, and we looked around and no one had left a scrap of their meals.
Bing had the veal scaloppine.
I promise more jokes tomorrow, but I admit to being tired. Long day. Tomorrow will be better.
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