My weekend adventure in NYC started as they all do: coffee and Time Out magazine. This fantastic mag lets you know what’s going on that week in terms of food, film, theatre, music, dance and shopping. And really, what more is there?
After perusing all the cool things going on in the Big Apple, and making note of more events than there was conceivably time for, it was time to move. I was very sad I couldn’t make it to Queens for Jim Hensen’s Fantastic World at the Museum of Moving Images, but I did make sure I made it to a museum that always reminds me of the Muppets: The Metropolitan Museum of Art. (The connection between Muppet puppets and the Met for me is the 1983 PBS Sesame Street special Don’t Eat the Pictures, a childhood classic!)
The exhibit, Savage Beauty, lived up to its stellar reputation! McQueen had incredible talent and creativity. He really did some intricate designs, and you can tell his love of women and the female form. There was also clearly a common thread of the cyclical nature of life and death and I was left feeling very heavy at the end of the exhibit.
That dark deep feeling that was completely altered when exiting the museum to find at the base of the steps an a cappella group. I couldn’t resist pausing to take in “When the Lion Sleeps Tonight,” until the heat got the better of me and we motored on…
…to a typical New York diner, the type of place that never changes. The same ambiance for decades and a menu that’s a mash-up of American, Italian, Irish and Greek. And seriously, how classic does the burger and fries combo look (just wished it tasted as good). Post meal was a trip to Century 21. It was busy, chaotic, slightly stressful, but some excellent deals!
After walking around the city in the sweltering heat a cool cocktail was just what was needed to cool down. The destination was Boqueria where we indulged in Spanish tapas and a pitcher of sangria to prep for our first night out on the town. Our order: croquetas cremosas (creamy croquettes, three with mushroom and three with Serrano ham), pan con tomate (grilled bread rubbed with tomato, garlic and olive oil), Tortilla Española (traditional egg and potato Spanish omelet), and flatbread (pictured below).
Next destination was the wine bar Wined Up. Loved the name, loved the service, loved the wine.
The final, and by far coolest, spot of the night was Bathtub Gin. Located in Chelsea, this speakeasy is accessed through a coffee shop behind a hidden door with a red light.
Once inside you’re transported back to the 1920s prohibition era…though without the prohibition, as there’s an award winning Irish mixologist Sean Muldoon serving up some serious concoctions.
Decor matches the name as a moonshine-like tub rests in the middle of the establishment and the sinks are mini versions (became quite fond of the old fashioned loo).
The rest of the atmosphere is lush, cozy and enticingly seductive. It was the prefect place to end a wonderful evening and begin an exceptional weekend.