Final NYC food reviews
Breakfast, boring, Le Pain Quotidien, E 53rd St. Just handy for where we are staying, they have one of these in Westfield, it’s a Belgian (originally) chain. Our stay at the big communal table was enlivened by one of the restaurant managers delivering a disciplinary to one of the staff for persistent lateness about two seats away from us. Not a quick telling off, but the full procedure, with lap top and paperwork. One of the other customers told the manager how completely inappropriate this was, to a small cheer from me. Meal fine, but nothing like as good as the previous two breakfasts. $50 for two.
Snack (focaccia, humus, wine, beer) at the cafe at MOMA, 53rd St, high quality, delightful staff but predictably expensive, $50. MOMA is excellent, but as a tip everything you want to see (Picasso, Gaugin, Manet, Pollock, Braque etc) is on the 5th floor (of a great building). I am still undecided whether Pollock and Rothko were con artists or not. New phenomenon for me, many of the visitors spent most of their time photographing the pictures with their phones rather than looking at the pictures. Twats.
Quick dinner at another Urban Space food hall, on Lexington Avenue, good but not as lively or funky as the first one. Thai meal and booze $35 for two. I made the mistake of having a cup of chocolate chip cookie dough for desert, a sugar bomb which is now lodged in my gullet. But somebody had to do it.
Rounded off the evening with a stroll to see Times Square at night. Predictably hideous, bright and crowded, but enlivened by a giant neon billboard featuring the Grinch with rolling slogans including ‘Times Square - as classy as it is subtle’. Who says the Americans don’t do irony? Disappointed to learn that I missed the chance to see the SpongeBob Squarepants musical.
Sweet home Chicago tomorrow, where I expect to be too pissed to provide sensible reviews. Already know that we will be having breakfast, if I get up for it, at Yolk which is brilliant, eating a ruinously expensive but exceptionally good steak at the Chicago Chop House, visiting Pizza UNO (or Due) for a proper Chicago pizza pie and drinking at Pippins, Maguires and a bunch of other Irish bars.
Breakfast, boring, Le Pain Quotidien, E 53rd St. Just handy for where we are staying, they have one of these in Westfield, it’s a Belgian (originally) chain. Our stay at the big communal table was enlivened by one of the restaurant managers delivering a disciplinary to one of the staff for persistent lateness about two seats away from us. Not a quick telling off, but the full procedure, with lap top and paperwork. One of the other customers told the manager how completely inappropriate this was, to a small cheer from me. Meal fine, but nothing like as good as the previous two breakfasts. $50 for two.
Snack (focaccia, humus, wine, beer) at the cafe at MOMA, 53rd St, high quality, delightful staff but predictably expensive, $50. MOMA is excellent, but as a tip everything you want to see (Picasso, Gaugin, Manet, Pollock, Braque etc) is on the 5th floor (of a great building). I am still undecided whether Pollock and Rothko were con artists or not. New phenomenon for me, many of the visitors spent most of their time photographing the pictures with their phones rather than looking at the pictures. Twats.
Quick dinner at another Urban Space food hall, on Lexington Avenue, good but not as lively or funky as the first one. Thai meal and booze $35 for two. I made the mistake of having a cup of chocolate chip cookie dough for desert, a sugar bomb which is now lodged in my gullet. But somebody had to do it.
Rounded off the evening with a stroll to see Times Square at night. Predictably hideous, bright and crowded, but enlivened by a giant neon billboard featuring the Grinch with rolling slogans including ‘Times Square - as classy as it is subtle’. Who says the Americans don’t do irony? Disappointed to learn that I missed the chance to see the SpongeBob Squarepants musical.
Sweet home Chicago tomorrow, where I expect to be too pissed to provide sensible reviews. Already know that we will be having breakfast, if I get up for it, at Yolk which is brilliant, eating a ruinously expensive but exceptionally good steak at the Chicago Chop House, visiting Pizza UNO (or Due) for a proper Chicago pizza pie and drinking at Pippins, Maguires and a bunch of other Irish bars.