NYC: Thursday

This past weekend, Andrew and I ‘got away’ for a few days to New York City–about a 6-hr. drive from Buffalo–at the tail end of my spring break.  Between school, homework and the ongoing pantry project, we both needed a vacation.  However, as with all vacations (especially ours), rarely are they as relaxing as we’d like…

I snapped photos of just about everything…here is day 1 of the trip:

We left at lunchtime on Thursday and had picked up in-car snacks the night before, to both provide me with some healthier options and to prevent the infamous “Oh look!  Ice cream!  Let’s stop!” cries from the passenger seat.

Holly’s in-car lunch: apples, almond butter, grapes, hummus and carrot sticks.

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Andrew’s in-car lunch: Mighty Taco on the way out of East Aurora.

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My health-kick lasted about an hour before the snacks came out: Pringles (for him), Fig Newtons (again, an Andrew pick but equally liked by me), Powerade and jelly beans.  My healthy snacks included some dried fruit and nuts, white cheddar popcorn (OK, that was really Andrew’s pick) and some ‘healthier’ chips.  (All were opened–except the chips–but much remained uneaten.  Next time: exercise more restraint at Wegmans!) We may have gotten into the Easter candy a little early…

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Look!  There’s the city!  We drove in through Hoboken, NJ, and entered via the Lincoln Tunnel.  By the time we pulled up at our hotel on 40th and 8th, it was dark.

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Our FOUR-MONTH STAY (yes, I am yelling) at the Staybridge here in West Seneca while we were house-hunting earned us enough points to get a room near Times Square for three nights.  So worth it.

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Shortly after arriving, arranging for the car to be parked and tipping the bellhop who brought us our bags, we headed out for dinner via the subway.  Andrew had, in true Andrew-fashion, written up a minute-by-minute itinerary of our trip.  I love that man.  Thursday night’s dinner: perhaps the most famous Jewish deli in all of NYC, Katz’s Delicatessen in the East Village.

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The menu features all sorts of meats on rye, such as brisket or pastrami, as well as matzo ball and split-pea soups.  You order at the counter at the appropriate station (drinks, sides and sandwiches all have their own place) and hand the staff member filling your order the ticket you were given when you entered.  They mark the price and hand it back to you.

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Andrew got a brisket sandwich and I got a half-pastrami on rye (oh my heavens, that meat was amazing) and a matzo ball soup to share.  Two kinds of pickles come with your sandwiches–the bright green ones were more cucumber than pickle and I loved them.  I also tried a New York egg cream in vanilla.

After paying and handing back our unused ticket (each person gets a ticket, but in a group they tally the charges on just one–we were warned we had to hand in the extra one upon leaving or be charged $50!), we headed out with very full bellies.

While wandering around, we stumbled–literally–upon this place:

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The Clinton Street Baking Company!  Yes, I have their cookbook.  They are famous for their pancakes, but are open for lunch and dinner and drinks, too.  Andrew offered to take me in, but I turned him down; I had no more room! No, we didn’t eat there.  Yes, it will be a stop on our next trip.  (And yes, we’re already thinking we may try to steal away in the fall for NYC round 2.)

After walking a few blocks, getting momentarily lost and also finding a cute Cuban place we added to the agenda for later, we took the subway back toward our hotel and got off at Times Square:

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Mind you, this is now probably 10 p.m. or later.  Times Square is perhaps the most awake, alive, loud, frenetic place you could be at night.  Except maybe Vegas.  Even the stores (like American Eagle or Levi’s) are open past midnight to cater to shoppers (a.k.a. tourists) still awake and going.

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Up next: Friday!



reason number 5,937 I love my husband

He takes me to foreign countries and does 100% of the planning.

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Yes, that is our schedule. All seventeen days are planned down to the minute.

I realize that it appears overwhelming and a bit much, but in truth, the overly planned schedule allows us to have the most flexibility possible. Basically, we have all the information at our fingertips, like bus and train schedules, as well as the locations and hours of all the places on our itinerary, which means we can decide to stick to the schedule, or fly by the seat of our pants, should we change our minds, need a coffee break or encounter a rainstorm. And plus, when you’re in these amazing places, it seems like such a waste NOT to make sure you see as much as you can. Andrew has planned all our trips this way and we get the best of both worlds; we see tons of stuff, but if we’re tired and need a change of pace in the middle of the afternoon, he’s prepared with the information we need to take a different train or go see something else instead.

I tell you what; for a girl who lives 365 days a year in constant ‘plan-every-moment-of-her-day-and-waste-no-time’ mode, a 17-day break in which Andrew takes over is absolute heaven.

Oh, and did I mention he’s working on his Italian?

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Yeah, I got a keeper. In college, I thought I knew what I was in for, marrying Andrew. Just barely! I think his passion for travel makes up for the clothes he leaves on the floor…

Italy on the brain

*Edited to update as of a few minutes ago: Tickets are purchased–Italy 2013 or bust!!

Andrew has decided we’re going to Italy this summer. (We haven’t done a real vacation–just the two of us–since our fall 2010 trip to Montreal and Quebec City, so I guess he’s entitled to something big. And BIG it will be.)

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Between the Rick Steves’ Italy 2013 travel book and the complete Rick Steves DVD set (a Christmas gift from Carolyn), I feel like I’m married to two men at once! (Not really, but lately I can’t have one without the other close by…) The excel spreadsheet you see above is our itinerary. The first draft.

It’s alright with me; this girl isn’t complaining. “Why yes, honey, I’d love to go to Italy with you for 17 days just hours after my last final presentation.” (Because according to the syllabus I got today, that’s pretty much what’s gonna happen.)

For real though–I’m a lucky girl.

P.S. He’s already scheduled multi-hour dinners and dessert. EVERY DAY. I am in love with this man.