New York, New York…

…it’s a wonderful town.

Sorry for the silence, but I’ve been in the Big Apple attending a couple of  conferences. In between, I managed to get in a few sights and tastes:

• The United Nations, which has a gut-wrenching, soul-stirring, cry-producing, haunting, exhibit on Rwanda.

Central Park, where spring has sprung. The Conservatory Garden up around 106th street are alone worth the journey. My friend Margie (really!) showed me her favorite parts of the park. Loved the Alice in Wonderland statue, the Delacorte Music Clock–timed that right!, and Margie’s bench.

• Lunch at a newish spot, Rouge Tomate. Leisurely, pricey (by Maine standards), worth every penny. Fresh, fresh, fresh seasonal foods. We started with salads and split a leet and potato flatbread with sheep’s milk feta, pinenuts, grapes, and capers.
I had pappardelle with rabbit ragoût: olive, artichoke, watercress, slow roasted tomato. It was wonderful, and I had enough left over for another meal. Kristen had the hazelnut-crusted Atlantic hake, which was melt-in-your-mouth delicious–tender, light, and full of flavor. Way cool decor that’s chic yet inviting, trendy yet classic.(Thanks, Kristen.)

• Lunch at the Comfort Diner. Everything Rouge Tomate is not, the Comfort Diner is. Retro, loud, bustling, fast, cheap. Diner fare (great chicken noodle soup and a pretty decent chocolate chip cookie) plus a few surprises (pistachio-crusted chicken in a salad).

• Yet another lunch with a friend at Pret a Manger, a Britain-based chain of healthful fast food outlets with an emphasis on fresh and organic.

• Got a taste of feelin’ groovy while walking part way across the 59th Street Bridge (while of course singing the Simon & Garfunkle tune of the same name).

• Zipped over to Roosevelt Island on the tram to take in the great views of the city at night.

• Skyline views of New York from Amtrak’s Acela train en route home.

• From Boston to Maine, played the two-degrees-of-Maine game with my seatmate. Learned that he’d help construct Sugarloaf’s Redington development,  that he owned the home and gallery across the street from the house we’d rented in Southwest Harbor two summers ago, and all sorts of other parallel lives coincidences that always happen when you get chatting with another Mainiac.


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One Response to “New York, New York…”

  1. Irene L. Says:

    Great post!
    Makes me wish I was there with you!

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