Seeing the Elephant
That’s an old fashioned phrase for going to the big city, and we’re in the biggest city, New York, for a weekend of theater and visiting with the young master, who has flown in from Tel Aviv with his girlfriend, the beautiful Léa, just to see us. And Hamilton, for which we have tickets for the Saturday matinee.
Arriving in the evening, the first order of business was dinner. We went to Bobby Van’s, a classic kind of New York place, all heavy wood, thick linen and obsequious service.
In California I usually have the fish or pasta, but it seemed right to switch to beef here. Toby and I decided to share the 37 ounce porterhouse steak, and it was magnificent. Three or four of us could have shared it.
Kate and Brad both chose another East Coast heart-attack-on-a-plate, the steak Oscar. A filet topped with crab, asparagus and hollandaise.
Gail could not pass up the chili, and thought it was one of the best she had ever enjoyed.
We sat and enjoyed for over 2 hours, then tottered back to the Doubletree Suites, which is right smack dab in the middle of Times Square, across from the W and the Marriott Marquis. As usual, the Travel Goddess did right by us.
Gail was ready to hit the sack, but I had to go out with my little Sony camera and see the people. It’s stunning how big the crowds are at 11 pm on a Thursday night, and how many of them have little children along.
The famous steps are full of tourists just chilling, doing nothing, taking a rest and watching the mobs.
This young woman spoke mainly Spanish, but she has the right spirit.
No trip is complete without a religious fanatic or two. Somebody has to remind the sinners to repent, or something.
Speaking of sinners, the latest thing here are young women wearing tiny thongs and body paint, who pose for photos for money. Just what is the difference, really, between a lace top and a thick coat of paint? Is there some moral requirement to cover oneself in cloth? Some people get quite exercised over these women, who aren’t (I don’t think) doing anything wrong. I hope they’re all working on their doctorates at NYU or Cooper Union.
This, after all, is why I ♥ NY
Tomorrow we go to museums and then a play to be chosen later. Stay tuned