New York is an impossible place - an overbuilt island with a nasty climate, horrendous traffic and . . .magic. What's not to love? Our day trip to Manhattan was typical John and Laura - last minute. It was post Christmas and very cold after a snowstorm. The sky was bright blue and
wind was piercing as we stood at bus stop in John's New Jersey hometown - Kearny. I, weak and pathetic after years of mild L.A. weather, huddled in a nearby store while John, native, stood in cold without gloves or scarf. He deigned to wear a hat, at least. I had in my pocket $40, an American Express card and a lipstick. Oh yes, and a one use camera. Little did I know we wouldn't be back in Kearny for almost two days.
We took excellent DeCamp Buslines bus over, warm and comfy. I watched gritty landscape pass by, crumbling and winter-cracked overpasses, plenty of graffiti, salt-beaten cars. This is not a romantic way to get to NYC but a warm one. My dad Scottish immigrant actually arrived via ocean liner and his first sight of America was of Statue of Liberty. He even passed through immigration at Ellis Island. Now that's an arrival in New York. We got off at grungy Port Authority where a taste of winter wind had even John admitting he needed a scarf. He bought a post Christmas bargain for $6. One thing you can do and want to do in New York is walk and we were soon warm enough as we marched out into late morning and headed to Metropolitan Museum. The place was thronged with families off school and work, plenty of art students and a well-organized staff. I was finally warm and very reluctant to get into long coat check line and surrender my security blanket, but line moved fast and we soon had our coat tags and dove into crowds. John knows his modern art and we visited a lot of his favorites after an elegant snack in café. The American Express card got its first of many uses there. We then traded off putting up with exhibits for each other. I examined vintage baseball card collection for him and he joined me for costume exhibit, focusing on Duke and Duchess of Windsor's elaborate clothing. God those two could really dress - but then again maybe that was all they really had to do. . .
A couple of hours in a museum was plenty for us so out into air we went. It was warmer at last. I hadn't been to New York since a lone high school trip many years before, so I had to see some of what I had seen before just to compare notes with myself. Central Park was easy since it borders on Met. Yep, still a big beautiful park. In winter kids were sliding down modest hills and dogs romped - well they were dogs whose owners lived on park so maybe they sashayed. The Plaza Hotel was also on list of places to revisit. The lobby was as lavish as I remembered but it seemed smaller. Do all things shrink year by year? Or are they so big in your memory present can never match past?
New York is one of those places where present does exceed past, because it always has something new to show you. Last time I had done three theater shows, had a carriage ride through Central Park, visited Statue of Liberty and Empire State Building, watched St. Patrick's Day parade, all in four days. So this time I could relax, right? Well why relax in New York? We had cellphone numbers for our respective friends and were secretly grateful when we couldn't reach any of them. The night would be ours - plan was to catch a late bus, train or something back before they all stopped running. Rather than subway, we used our all day transit passes and took aboveground buses, which may not seem hip but run all time and stop at convenient places. Cabs are not necessity you might think they are. John wanted to show me Village, one of places where he had lived during his 6 years in city. Dusk came quick and our first stop was an Internet café to check email. That's when idea to stay over started brewing. Maybe we could get some kind of online deal for a last minute hotel for that night. We mulled it over at venerable McSorley's, a beer-only bar where women were not allowed until '80's. The waiter remembered John and found us seats in raucous holiday crowd. We somehow ended up at a table of college friends reuniting after stints in Arizona - or were they all headed to Arizona? The beers were flowing and facts got fuzzy. They took our picture - recording us for posterity in kind of winter get-up we'd never be wearing in California. McSorley's serves two kinds of beer - light and dark, both their own brews. Snacks consist of cheese, onions and hot mustard. And, oh yeah you have to order beers in sets of two, no splitting. Sawdust on floor and dark wood complete picture. After beers it seemed to make sense to stay over and spend a great New York night without worrying about catching a bus back to New Jersey. We booked Soho Grand for an okay rate and knew one thing for sure: at last we would be sleeping on a smooth surface after four sleepless nights on a sheet stretched over lumpy rocks - otherwise known as ancient family guest room mattress.
Before Grand was dinner - we decided to walk around and look for a likely place. John has no trouble asking local-looking people where they like to eat and they were happy to help. What's this rumor about bitter New Yorkers? Of course I was introduced as visitor from L.A. so they had all more reason to be sure I got something besides sprouts, tofu and sunflower seeds. We stopped in for raw oysters and champagne at a small but packed restaurant. It got to be around 9 and we figured we had a shot at getting into Balthazar without a reservation. Sure enough, we only had to wait about 45 minutes at bar, pacing ourselves on drinking by this point, believe you me. Dinner was quite wonderful, though I let myself get talked out of a local fish - cod - and talked into Chilean sea bass, which is unavoidable in L.A. restaurants The waiter had obviously spent his childhood pushing cod around his plate and pretending he'd finished it. John's ravioli was phenomenal and led to him to keep perfecting his pasta and ravioli from scratch.
