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Thursday May 4, 2000
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flying I hate flying. The pressure bothers my ears, the crowding and herding bothers my psyche and claustrophobia. The Austin airport is better than most. Its relatively diminutive size works in its favor, you can grab a breakfast taco to hold you until you get some weird little sandwich overheated in a foil wrap. (OK, the chorizo and egg sets you back about three times the street price in town, but still.) And Austin is still a small town so you see your friends at the gate and in the Admiral's Club. (Which is comfortable but not huge like the big airport ones.) And...you can try to identify the Austin singers over the intercom. We dodged a bullet on the Austin-Houston flight. ("We have a maintenance discrepancy...." the pilot said but it turned out to be a non-event and we got off only a little late.) We got to Houston and had to walk about a mile to the other gate past a lot of shopping heavy with the smell of popcorn. The car service picked us up at La Guardia and the guy stood with us at baggage claim while we waited what seemed like a very long time for our bags. Rush hour was on the city when we made it to relative calm of the Four Seasons. We have a nice room with a view of Trump Tower and a tiny bit of Central Park is visible among the buildings. The hotel's restaurant is 5757 and it is attached to a bar of the same name. The bar was crowded and smoky when we arrived so we decided to have cocktails before dining. I had a nice martini and then we had some Shiraz and a glass of dessert wine. The foie gras preparation was stunning and my veal chop pretty sensational, too. But I felt quite tired and so did Forrest so we ended our day with our meal. We told the waitress it was our honeymoon. "After twenty-four years we think it might work," I say. This was a shameless attempt to have the decorate dessert. And it worked even if we did share a cheese plate. There's something about New York. There's so much crammed into it. The people are so varied. Two particular single ladies dining in the restaurant made an impression on us. One was all in pink with driving shoes. We think we brought the right clothes for New York, though. Lots of black and blue. Dark, tailored clothes for men and women carry one through. |
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"We have, I think, an increasingly complex sense of what it takes to lead the simple life. " Nicholas Delbanco, The Lost Suitcase |
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Manhattan game...for sale on ebay
the culprits share a flaming cheese, after shamelessly declaring it their anniversary (three weeks early)
flaming cheese |
