I had promised my cousin Ruth that we would come visit her in New York City when it got warmer. This was in January. And then it seemed like all of a sudden not only was it cold again, but it was almost January again. On the plus side, we could take the girls to see the tree in Rockefeller Square, admire store windows and holiday displays – all while visiting our city mouse and her family.
- We saw the tree – it is magnificent.
- We saw some store windows and holiday displays – they were festive and lovely.
- We stayed in a bed and breakfast – it was clean and serviceable as far as decor/furniture went, but had the most amazing bakery treats for breakfast and the nicest proprietor (a native-New Yorker that gave us a discount for being related to someone who lives in Harlem) that I’ve ever met.
- We ate – oh did we eat. Ruth and Alan have yet to lead us astray (minus the beef heart in January) when it comes to fantastic food. I can’t decide what was my favorite – the entire spread at The Hummus Place (which included a wonderful waiter who played with the kids) or the giant, gooey, fabulous cookie followed by a glass of milk. We also had decadently delicious smoked meats, among other things, at Otto (owned by Mario Batalli). The capo was melty-in-your-mouth-wonderful.
- We had complete strangers offer us at a minimum, directions – more often, an extra set of hands to help get strollers/kids/luggage down subway stairs. This seems to be the norm for our trips to the city – it gives you lots of warm fuzzies.
- We spent lots of time with Ruth and baby E, and even managed to get Alan for several hours in-between his busy schedule. Nothing beats family-time.
This all sounds grand, right? Unfortunately we also…
- Had multiple tantrums. One each from the girls on the crowded subway. Not awesome.
- Had the worst night in a hotel ever with the girls. Screaming, crying, NOT going to bed. Not awesome.
- Picked up a stomach-flu bug that started with baby E and moved to Sophie on our last night there, resulting in more throw-up than I ever care to see in my life. Throw up at home or in a hotel is bad enough. On a train and in the car? Not anywhere near awesome. The bug then traveled to me and then Tom – hitting us full-force about a minute apart that night, rendering us completely non-functional for 24 hours, and still feeling a off 2 days later.
That bug has put quite the damper on my planned holiday-projects, and has made both Tom and I a little less enthusiastic about our love for New York. I think I’ll forgive the city though – just in time for warmer weather.