Or: The Research Trip, pt. 1
The first day went very smoothly. I got up at about the usual weekday time, had breakfast, bid farewell to my men, and headed to the airport. Checked in without problem, got to the gate without problem, and had a smooth flight and the flight got in on time. These days, this may be considered a minor miracle.
Picked up bag, got into taxi queue, got taxi and told him I was going to Forest Hills where I was staying with my friend Susan. Taxi driver drew a blank, so I drew out the iPhone and gave him directions. We made it with only one extra jaunt around the block.
NOTE: When I bought the iPhone and started messing around with the maps feature, my DH and I looked at each other and said, “You know where this would be fantastic? New York City.” We were right, but more about that later.
Susan lives in style, with original art on the walls and real china and silver on the table. We’d considered meeting at the Ritz for tea (after all, I was in the city to check out the food scene, might as well start at the top), but between the vagaries of airline travel, taxies and the lousy weather we decided the heck with it. Instead, she made tea; finger sandwiches (3 varieties, with the crusts cut off), and cookies from the Kosher bakery. So we sat and nibbled, and talked and drank and talked, and when we were done with that we moved onto procuitto-melon salad, homemade brisket (what I’d call pot roast), roast vegetables and an amazing torte from that same bakery.
I had to be rolled away from the table.
And so to bed, to wake up at 6:15 in the morning in time to catch the train to Greenwich Village.
More Later. Gotta go write for the money now.