Monday, February 12, 2007
New York City: Day Two
My second day in NYC began at Ess-A-Bagel with the biggest bagel I've ever seen. They just don't make them that big down in the South. It was yummy--pumpernickel raisin with chocolate chip cream cheese. I decided to forego the subway and walk toward Soho and Greenwich Village. Along the way I stopped at Grand Central Station (or is it terminal?), which was beautiful and oddly quiet. I also ran across Las Halles, which e.b. had recommended, so I opted for an early lunch/brunch. It was lovely and quiet and gave me a chance to figure out my map a little better (thankfully NYC is incredibly easy to navigate). A sugar crepe and french toast was a bit much after the bagel, but I managed:)
After brunch I stopped by Union Square Park and checked out the market, did some shopping, and took a stroll through Washington Square Park. I ended up in the West Village and had a delicious Hummingbird cupcake at Magnolia Bakery (thanks to the heads up from Ella and Brookem). On my long walk back, I did some more shopping and had my first visit to H&M, where I managed to find three things--all that cost $20 or less. I also saw the magnificent public library and contemplated trying to climb up on to the lions but figured there was some law against it or something (plus there was a cop watching). I had the pleasure of observing a protest of sorts too--for the "legalization of dance in NYC." I had no idea it was outlawed; hmm....I found a spa near the hotel and treated myself to a manicure and quick massage and headed back to the room to get ready for dinner.
Oz arrived around 5:00, and we met up with his very cool friend Lindsay and headed for Old Town Bar & Grill for bison burgers and drinks. We met Oz's step-brother there, and I got to learn a little more about the stockmarket and all of that kind of stuff. After dinner we found a bakery so I could get my dessert fix. Then we hit a few bars, and a definite highlight was the hottest bartender I've ever seen at a bar called Still. Absolutely gorgeous--and I almost never say that. Lindsay tried to get a photo of him (for you guys of course:), but she struck out. Oh, he was friendly too and only charged me $7 for my apple martini. After Still we went to Proof where an incredibly drunk Irishman bought me a drink, which I ended up passing on to Oz. I headed home since I was sort of restless, couldn't stomach any more drinks, and wanted to get up relatively early the next morning. Oz showed up about four hours later and reported a good time had by all.