New York 2019 - Day 3
New York 2019 - Day 3
We got an even later start than the day before, not even cracking an eye open til after 9:00. We weren’t in any hurry, but we did eventually get dressed for the day and walked a few blocks over to Friedman’s for breakfast. My waffle was great but the coffee was terrible! Not enough cream and sugar in the world to make it drinkable. That left us no choice but to stop by the Starbucks in our hotel for our morning caffeine.
We had decided to do less walking today, and the idea of more shopping didn’t appeal to either of us. Even though the crowds were slightly thinner, it being Sunday, the area was still pretty congested. Somewhat fewer people only meant that the scary characters that roam Times Square pestering pedestrians to take pictures with them were even more aggressive. A bit of quiet was what we needed, so we headed up to the room. We had a couple of hours before we needed to be anywhere, and more lazy time sounded like just the thing.
Jeff and I each passed the time with our own forms of entertainment. Jeff watched tv while looking for car parts on the internet while I wrote for a little while before setting it aside to read. Times Square was still blustering below us, the sounds of sirens, revving engines and music penetrating the window into our space, but as long as we weren’t down there in the thick of it, neither of us was bothered.
A little after noon we put away the electronics and made our way to the first floor, out the back of the hotel, across the street and right into the front doors of the Minskoff Theater. We had tickets for the matinee performance of The Lion King. Out of all the Broadway shows we could’ve seen, I chose The Lion King for a reason. When the show first opened 20 some years ago, Jeff was still flying for Mesa Airlines, and was in New York fairly often. I was dying to see the show and we made a tentative plan that I would non-rev on one of Jeff’s flights to New York and he would take me to see it. Before that could take place, however, Jeff changed his base to Phoenix, and no longer flew out to the east coast. So, after 20 years, I finally had my chance to see the show.
First things first, though. I had to browse the merchandise stands, the theater equivalent of a gift shop which is my weakness. I came away with a few things to commemorate the occasion.
The show was amazing! So much to look at with the colorful costumes and brilliant sets, not to mention the ingenious methods they used to turn the actors into animals without putting them in animal suits. It was worth the wait.
After the show, it was moving along toward dinner time and we were starving. Italian sounded good so we got online and found Trattoria Trecolori a couple of blocks away. It was a modest place with exposed brick walls and dim lighting. Our waiter recited the specials in rapid Brooklynese throwing out his recommendations with phrases like “Screw the salad special. The caprese with prosciutto is better. That’s what you want” and “You like veal? No? That’s because you never had it here. If you’re ever gonna eat veal, eat it here”. Honestly, I was a little afraid of him, like maybe if he didn’t approve of my order he would refuse to bring it and substitute something else. I ordered rigatoni and Jeff got the veal special (he might’ve been a little scared too) and everything arrived at the table just as we requested. And it was delicious! Way too much food for us to finish, though. We really need to learn to agree on something and share. Of course that would take the fun out of eating off each other’s plates.
With our bellies full of excellent Italian food, it was time to hit the bakery. We had found our favorite place from our last trip and we were excited! Kayser Maison, home of the chocolate mousse cake miracle known as the adagio! We picked up two and carted them back to the hotel to have later.
The evening was young, so we went down to the hotel bar, ordered drinks and relaxed. It had been a wonderful, low-key day.
That does it for the New York trip. The rest is just our travel home, and nobody wants to hear about that. Thanks for hanging with us through another adventure!!
Love you all!!
We got an even later start than the day before, not even cracking an eye open til after 9:00. We weren’t in any hurry, but we did eventually get dressed for the day and walked a few blocks over to Friedman’s for breakfast. My waffle was great but the coffee was terrible! Not enough cream and sugar in the world to make it drinkable. That left us no choice but to stop by the Starbucks in our hotel for our morning caffeine.
We had decided to do less walking today, and the idea of more shopping didn’t appeal to either of us. Even though the crowds were slightly thinner, it being Sunday, the area was still pretty congested. Somewhat fewer people only meant that the scary characters that roam Times Square pestering pedestrians to take pictures with them were even more aggressive. A bit of quiet was what we needed, so we headed up to the room. We had a couple of hours before we needed to be anywhere, and more lazy time sounded like just the thing.
Jeff and I each passed the time with our own forms of entertainment. Jeff watched tv while looking for car parts on the internet while I wrote for a little while before setting it aside to read. Times Square was still blustering below us, the sounds of sirens, revving engines and music penetrating the window into our space, but as long as we weren’t down there in the thick of it, neither of us was bothered.
A little after noon we put away the electronics and made our way to the first floor, out the back of the hotel, across the street and right into the front doors of the Minskoff Theater. We had tickets for the matinee performance of The Lion King. Out of all the Broadway shows we could’ve seen, I chose The Lion King for a reason. When the show first opened 20 some years ago, Jeff was still flying for Mesa Airlines, and was in New York fairly often. I was dying to see the show and we made a tentative plan that I would non-rev on one of Jeff’s flights to New York and he would take me to see it. Before that could take place, however, Jeff changed his base to Phoenix, and no longer flew out to the east coast. So, after 20 years, I finally had my chance to see the show.
First things first, though. I had to browse the merchandise stands, the theater equivalent of a gift shop which is my weakness. I came away with a few things to commemorate the occasion.
The show was amazing! So much to look at with the colorful costumes and brilliant sets, not to mention the ingenious methods they used to turn the actors into animals without putting them in animal suits. It was worth the wait.
After the show, it was moving along toward dinner time and we were starving. Italian sounded good so we got online and found Trattoria Trecolori a couple of blocks away. It was a modest place with exposed brick walls and dim lighting. Our waiter recited the specials in rapid Brooklynese throwing out his recommendations with phrases like “Screw the salad special. The caprese with prosciutto is better. That’s what you want” and “You like veal? No? That’s because you never had it here. If you’re ever gonna eat veal, eat it here”. Honestly, I was a little afraid of him, like maybe if he didn’t approve of my order he would refuse to bring it and substitute something else. I ordered rigatoni and Jeff got the veal special (he might’ve been a little scared too) and everything arrived at the table just as we requested. And it was delicious! Way too much food for us to finish, though. We really need to learn to agree on something and share. Of course that would take the fun out of eating off each other’s plates.
With our bellies full of excellent Italian food, it was time to hit the bakery. We had found our favorite place from our last trip and we were excited! Kayser Maison, home of the chocolate mousse cake miracle known as the adagio! We picked up two and carted them back to the hotel to have later.
The evening was young, so we went down to the hotel bar, ordered drinks and relaxed. It had been a wonderful, low-key day.
That does it for the New York trip. The rest is just our travel home, and nobody wants to hear about that. Thanks for hanging with us through another adventure!!
Love you all!!
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