So today was our last day in New York. We finally made it to the Clinton St Baking Co. for brekkie – although not without queueing for 50 mins (not sure if the door bitch really was being a bitch about this because so many parties got seated before us – as V’s friend said, there is so much BS in NY!); got a glimpse of the Statue of Liberty from the southern tip of Manhattan; went past Wall Street (still not sure why V felt I needed to do this); saw Central Park briefly on the way to the Met where we saw the Alexander McQueen exhibition; had a hotdog – nasty but it had to be done – outside the Met; walked a couple of blocks down to look at the Guggenheim (no time to go inside this visit) and had frozen yoghurt outside the Guggenheim (frozen yoghurt seems to be everywhere in NY with more Zagat entries – or so it seemed to me – than any other categories and yet in the 5 days we were here for various reasons we hadn’t yet had it); had rooftop drinks; and had Cuban at the Cuban place a block and a half away from where we’re staying. And no, it didn’t blow our minds – it was exactly the way we remembered Cuban food to be, dull and not something to really get excited about.
So no quick nip to Times Square, no Broadway/off Broadway/off off Broadway show, no Nuyorican Poets Cafe (last ditch attempt would have had us going to their Operation Opera Tuesdays, which seems to be a way for them to introduce the artform of Opera to their Poetry Slam loving audience), no pastrami (despite the fact that we are only a few blocks from the famous Katz Deli.
