New York, New York
me at Moma
Nine hundred dollar return fairs to New York tempted my husband and I to take a week off work and head over to the Big Apple. I have never really wanted to go to America, border security made me panicky and the long haul flight and massive time difference, well, made me sleepy. But I figured New York is the type of place you have to go to at least once in your life, and I was willing to give it a go.
We arrived in New York just after 5 at night and by 7 we were sitting in a bistro on Madison Avenue eating a steak with a very large gin and tonic. I will never have a gin and tonic after a twenty-two hour flight again, I nearly feel asleep at the restaurant.Not even a fat and iron laden steak and frites could pull me back from the land of nod. We quickly paid the bill and headed a back to the hotel, the plush beaux arts Carlton on Madison Avenue, luckily only a few doors away. The hotel was another bargain, which we snagged for a dirt cheap rate.
In fact everything was pretty dirt cheap in New York- until you added the various city taxes and 20% customary tip. I was quite happy to pay the tip though, service was a lot better in New York. Waiters certainly knew their stuff.
“Would you like more bread Madame? Or perhaps some more water?”
“Yes to both please” (big grin)
New York, home to the bread basket. I devoured so many complimentary bread baskets that if I were ordering them in Australia I would be out of pocket by a hundred dollars.
There are plenty of bargains to be found in New York. On our second day we headed over to MOMA (11 West 53 Street New York, NY 10019). Friday nights are free, and a great time to go to the gallery, it attracts some very, ah, interesting characters. We saw a couple dressed head to toe orange, including orange faces, and a few arte-y types complete with paint splattered smocks, no doubt fresh from their studio in Soho.
The bar downstairs is fantastic, the adjoining restaurant, The Modern, is Michelin starred and looks over the MOMA forecourt with its dominant works of sculpture and cool landscaped gardens The interiors inside the Bar are slick and stylish, low leather couches are perfect for after work drinks and the bar which runs from one side of the room to the other is backed with shelves of liqueurs and wines. A table of stockbrokers sat at the adjoining table, drinking Coronas and talking big. How very New York!
We tried the Tarte flambée, an Alsatian pizza style dish oozing with smoky bacon cheese and onion. It’s a stock standard on The Modern menu, recommended by the waitress, and washed down with a crisp German Riesling it goes down a treat. Keeping with the wintry theme, we order the German sausages with oh so good sauerkraut. A sharp Dijon is the perfect accompaniment. There’s a bread basket too, so if I really wanted too I could have made a snag sandwich. How very Australian! Frufru






