We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Spent a few hours with one of my daughters in Manhattan on Sunday. She wanted to show me her new apartment and her new work spaces. Nice. She is in a great mood because she has a work team that meets her standards. She is an entrepreneur, an energizer bunny, and the complexity of her 24/7 work life astonishes me. How she fits in her lively social life, I don;t know. But she does. In NY, social life tends to be late. After my bedtime.
Being a Dad, I peeked in her fridge. A dozen eggs, some butter, two jars of artisanal mustard, and a bottle of DayQuil and NyQuil. Typical youth. She's off to Vietnam and China this week on biz. Hanoi!
To amuse me, and because we both love walking around NY, she took me on a mini-tour of some of her favorite food courts in mid-town, and chattered about some cool things she has recently found to do. She has always speed-talked, but after a few years in NYC she talks faster and walks faster. Makes me feel like a country bumpkin.
- The Great Northern Food Hall on the ground level of Grand Central Station (Terminal) on Lexington - not really a food court but more like a large cafe with excellent coffee and stunning pastries. I recommend the poppyseed croissants with creamy cheese filling. Place is empty on a Sunday morning.
On the lower level of the GC Terminal there is a vast food court, mass-market stuff. I hope the renovation is done soon. My favorite there is the Tri-Tip Grill place with the steak sandwiches to go. The surly service tells you the food is good. I would not go there as a destination - unless I were going to The Oyster Bar. Best oyster stew on this planet.
Urbanspace Food Court. The name is stupid stupid but it's a great space on the same block as Grand Central, almost across from the Yale Club. Yes, there is even a Burmese food place there. I've never seen Burmese food:
And an all-Maine shellfish and lobster joint. Looks empty because it was 10 am:
We hiked around, and wandered over towards the Plaza. Plaza Hotel on right, Bergdorf's on left.
She took me to the food court at the Plaza - it's down some stairs. You can hardly notice the entrance (door to the left of the main hotel entrance), but it's a hopping place down there with everything including made-to-order deep fat fried donuts - made to order.
Both of us ran into old friends there, which was cool. She said "Dad, wherever I go with you, you run into friends." I said "Stick with me, shweetie - I'll open up the world to ya." Pretending to sound like Humphrey Bogart.
I spend most of my time downtown these days since that is where the job is (and by downtown I mean almost in Battery Park). But I'm going to check out the food court at the Plaza the next time I'm in that neighborhood.