1. Going to the Museum of Natural History and the Met.
2. Taking the Subway in the wrong direction or taking an express.
3. Going to Broadway shows.
4. The M&M store.
5. 2 words: Port Authority.
I don't want to appear to be like a New Yorker because of two reasons: I'm not a New Yorker nor do I want to be a New Yorker. Plus, "I'm not a poser." (Sorry there's no sound. Not my video.)
But I do like to go to New York and as I'm turning into a Big Kid, I find myself being able to do more things. I can now drink.javascript:void(0) I can go to bars and clubs without limit. I am also employed and have a moderate amount of money to spend. It is as if the entire city is there for me, at my fingertips.
But I don't like clubs and bars are only acceptable for me in certain situations. Plus, the boif is still a baby for another 2 and a half weeks. What I do love though, and what New York has plenty of, is restaurants.
I don't think I have a single friend who doesn't enjoy eating or the company of others. So I find restaurants to be the ideal gathering place: everyone can (generally) find something they love. So I attempted to organize a trip to New York amongst friends. I began by flipping through my NYC coupon book (because it's how I do) and came across a buy one get one coup for an entree at Pop Burger on 58th St. So I read some reviews, found out that there was no middle ground, but fell in love with the decor of the counter dining area and the idea of $18 cocktails just seemed *slightly* glitsy. I found even more coups for sharing and got in touch with some friends. (Oh yeah, this was all so we had something to do with Dan, because we missed him so.)
I drove my roller skate with Neal, Jen, and Matt into New York, parked too many blocks away at a parking garage, and went to meet up with Joe and Dan. Here's where the video of my city driving would be, if it loaded. Instead, here's the link.
Next we went walking off down 58th in one of the safest corridors of New York, but one where I felt oddly uncomfortable. While "poor" is scary, "rich" is downright stifling. Which is worse? After Matt's crashing of a Mac in the most futuristic Apple store ever, we went to Pop Burger.
After finding out that my coupons (which did not state this) were lounge only, we went up to the lounge and our party of 6 was seated at two round coffee tables against a plush bench and given two (maybe three) regular chairs. There was a party of apparently pre-teens enjoying their burgers on one end, and God only knows what on the other. I was too busy having a panic attack to notice. See, I had been worried all week that the burgers would be too expensive (we all knew the prices beforehand and were well prepared, but I still worry), that it would be crowded, the people rude, the atmosphere stuffy and uninviting. I got that last one right. Not to mention the burgers in the lounge (2 sliders, no fries) were $15 in the lounge and $7 at the counter. After a few minutes of no drink order being taken, a quick "bail" was announced around the table, and we went running down the staircase to the counter of normal-people-salvation.
Well, imo the burgers were pretty good. I even enjoyed the sauce they put on them, very unusual for me. But anyone can agree $18 for 2 sliders, fries, and a beer is pretty steep. Luckily for me, I came equipped with the one counter coupon and Joe owed me money from ComicCon.
Here's our experience:
With Love,
The Finally All Together In One Place Venkman Suite
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