Re Grand Central Station: "It's bloody gorgeous." As I was walking around late this afternoon, making my rounds, a Brit couple, rightly perceiving me to be a friendly, approachable, and respectable bloke, asked where where they might find a cab. We were near Grand Central, so I suggested they try the main exit from the station. Usually some cabs there. "Seen the inside of the station?" I asked. Well, this nice, refined older couple followed me in through the side door and down the escalator to check it out. I hope they found a cab or, as Brits are wont to do, found a cozy nook for a drinky. I did recommend the Campbell Apartment for a good cocktail, which many people do not know about.
As a country boy who lived in the city for around 6 years in younger days, I still get a rush of energy and inspiration just by visiting for a day or two. And that is despite the fact that, most places I go, you cannot smoke a ceegar indoors thanks to the sanctimonious jerk Nanny Bloomberg.
More pics from today, below the fold -
Good old Brooks Brothers, five stories of it.
I always claim that the reason to have a Yale degree is so you can have a nice clean place to pee while watching CNBC in midtown.
Grand Central felt like the umbilicus of the world, when I was a kid - and it is far better now than it was then. NYC is still a train and subway city. It evolved and grew that way. Everybody uses them, rich and poor and the vast in- between. I must say, though, that I do enjoy matching wits and skills with the NYC drivers when I happen to drive in for some reason.
Had lunch here with old friends today - can you identify the joint? (crummy photo - I blame the camera)
