Showing posts with label Manhattan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Manhattan. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Thanksgiving Without the Family

What does one do for Thanksgiving, when one's husband is in Germany, and one's grandchildren have the flu? Spend Thanksgiving Day in Manhattan with a friend!

When I learned I would be alone for Thanksgiving, I thought of my friend, Paula, who lives in Manhattan. She, also, would likely be alone. So, why not spend the day together? Paula is a New York City tour guide, so is a very knowledgeable person with whom to wander around the city.

The weather was glorious, that day, so we decided to take a walking tour. We began by strolling up First Avenue to the United Nations Headquarters between 42nd and 48th Streets. The UN complex, comprised of the elegant Secretariat tower, domed General Assembly building, and a Conference building, is an example of a committee project that worked! The complex was designed by an architectural committee that included Le Corbusier, Oscar Niemeyer, Sir Howard Robertson, and the firm of Harrison and Abramovitz.

After appreciating the simple elegance of the UN Secretariat skyscraper, we wandered across 42nd Street to Lexington Avenue. En route, we paused to admire Kuwait's UN mission building, impatiens that were still blooming vigorously, the tops of the Tudor City apartment complex, the indoor garden of the Ford Foundation building, the Christmas windows in the Pfizer building, and the Art Deco frieze of the Daily News building. (Pictures of all these are on Flickr http://www.flickr.com/photos/rtroth/sets/72157622886774024/).

Located at Lexington and 42nd, the Chrysler Building is quintessential Art Deco architecture, and one of the many unmistakeable images of New York City. It's graceful spire can be glimpsed from many parts of the city. Because Thanksgiving Day is an official holiday, the Chrysler Building was closed, and we could not wander around, but we were able to see the lovely lobby, with its beautifully paneled walls, inlaid elevator door designs, and painted ceiling. I usually expect New York skyscrapers to be large inside, no matter how slender they appear from the outside. However, the Chrysler Building is very compact; the steel girders and arches are able to support its weight, without the need for great width.

By this time, our feet were getting tired, so we boarded a downtown bus, and rode South to Cooper Square (Third Avenue, between 6th and 7th Streets). The red brick Great Hall of the Cooper Union was the site of one of Abraham Lincoln's earliest campaign speeches, in February 1860. This speech has been dubbed "the speech that made Lincoln President." You can read all about this landmark speech, in Harold Holzer's Lincoln Prize-winning book:

After appreciating both the old and the new Cooper Union buildings, we wandered down The Bowery, past the Village Voice, to Houston Street, then West on Houston, past the Merchant's House, the classic Crate & Barrel store, and University Plaza (with its tall Picasso sculpture), to the Angelika Cinemas. Paula shared a lot of background information about all of the buildings we admired. But the Angelika Cinemas was our primary destination: showing there was the newly released "Me and Orson Welles," with Zac Efron ("Me") and Christian McKay ("Orson Welles").

I don't get out to see movies, very often, so it's really important that the movies I choose be of interest to me and well done. This was both. Ostensibly, "Me and Orson Welles" tells the story of a high school drama student's first Broadway experience, in Welles's 1937 production of Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar," at the Mercury Theater. In fact, it's a wonderful glimpse into Welles's personality and the Depression-era theater world. I thought McKay's performance was outstanding, and his resemblance to the young Orson Welles was uncanny. We both enjoyed this movie - and the popcorn!

Houston Street is at the northern edge of Chinatown, so, after the movie, we sauntered South into Chinatown, in search of sustenance. "Chinese food on Thanksgiving Day?" you protest, with a shudder. Yep, Chinese food on Thanksgiving Day. We wandered along the main streets of the area, peeking at the menus of a variety of restaurants. Many we shunned because of prices, others, because of long lines. Finally, on a side street, we discovered "our" restaurant, which promised "Authentic Sichuan Cuisine."

There were lots of yummy-sounding items on the menu. For those who are less adventurous, the menu included a section labeled "American Chinese Food"! Because I'm allergic to wheat, I always select very simple dishes, and have them prepared without soy sauce. As a result, "my" Chinese food looks a bit "anemic," to others. Egg drop soup is a safe choice, and the sauteed chicken with asparagus was delicious.

By this time, it was fairly late in the evening, so we walked over to Canal Street and The Bowery, which is right at the entrance to the Manhattan Bridge, and caught an uptown bus to Third Avenue and 34th Street. Paula had bought some pumpkin pie (See? Thanksgiving food!) and ice cream, so we had dessert and tea at her apartment - a lovely, relaxing way to end a glorious day.

Sunday, March 8, 2009

A "Bonus" Snow Day, in Manhattan

A week ago, my husband and I drove to Manhattan, as we often do, to attend a concert. That Sunday afternoon, we heard the Vienna Philharmonic at Carnegie Hall. Glorious!

Currently, we have a 7-day timeshare at the neighboring Manhattan Club, and had been fortunate enough to book a room for Sunday night. As predictions about the impending snow storm worsened, we contacted the reservations department, to see if there was a chance we might be able to stay Monday night, also. As the Club had been receiving cancellations, we were assured that we would be able to stay a second night, if necessary.

Knowing that our accommodations were secure, we wandered around the corner to Lily's 57, one of our favorite sushi restaurants, and enjoyed a typically excellent and affordable dinner.

The next morning, I started checking the traffic reports on my BlackBerry, and learned that there were a lot of accidents in New Jersey, although Manhattan didn't look too bad. So, my husband was persuaded to stay the extra day, and I confirmed that with the reservation department. Then, we set off to enjoy our "bonus" snow day. It is rare that we have an entire day off, to enjoy just with each other.

First, brunch was in order, so we slushed our way one block North, to 57th Street, to Cafe Europa, which advertised brunch. There, we both enjoyed a marvelous breakfast, made agreeably lighter by the provision of salad, in lieu of the typical breakfast potatoes. We both enjoyed that, very much.

During brunch, we discussed the possibilities for the day, and quickly decided that our first priority would be to get tickets for one of the upcoming performances of Il Trovatore, at the Metropolitan Opera. "Why," you might ask, "would you do that first, when you had all of New York City awaiting you?" Let me explain ...

This year, one of the stars of this particular opera is Dmitri Hvorostovsy - a Russian baritone whose voice we simply adore. (Women: As a bonus, Dmitri is gorgeously handsome!) We do try to hear Dmitri, whenever he is in town. Further impetus was provided by the news we had heard that Hvorostovsky would not be returning to the Met, next year, in favor of a busier concert schedule. Although we also attend his concerts, we enjoy his opera performances very much, and didn't want to miss what might be our last opportunity, for a number of years.


[Sidebar] So that you might better understand our passion for this extraordinary singer, I've included a few video clips:
There are many more of his videos on YouTube, but these three give you a sense of the range of his repertoire. Hope you enjoy them! [end of sidebar]


Having made our decision, we plodded through the snow, north to Central Park South (so we could enjoy a view of Central Park), west to Broadway, north to 64th Street, and across to Lincoln Center, where the Metropolitan Opera is located. After failed attempts to get affordable tickets for several performances, we were finally able to secure rear orchestra seats for a performance 2 weeks away. Hurrah!

Now what would we do? It's Monday, and most of the museums are closed (a tradition that I personally deplore). However, we knew of one that is open on Mondays, in defiance of typical practice: Die neue Gallerie. This museum specializes in early 20th Century German and Austrian art. Sometimes we enjoy its exhibits; sometimes we don't. However, "nothing ventured, ..." so off we went, splurging on a taxi.

Die neue Gallerie is on 5th Avenue at 86th Street, just a little north of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, but on the opposite side of 5th Avenue. It used to be one of the elegant 5th Avenue mansions, and makes a lovely special-purpose museum. To our delight, the current exhibition features "Die Brücke: The Birth of Expressionism in Dresden and Berlin, 1905-1913." Die Brücke were a group of Expressionist painters and woodblock artists who collaborated on art shows and publications of their work; quite an interesting group! As often happens, we liked many of the pieces - especially the woodblock prints, and the paintings with bolder regions of bright colors. Some of the works, we didn't care for, at all. Such is taste: Chacun à son goût!

Leaving Die neue Gallerie, we decided to walk back to the Manhattan Club: 30 short blocks south, and 2 long blocks west - about 2 miles. Most of the way, we walked beside Central Park, which was full of families enjoying the day off in the snow. Lots of fun!

It was actually a very cold walk, because the wind was strong and bit into one's face. But, we prevailed. En route, we identified the restaurant to which we would return for dinner - an Indian restaurant on 56th Street, called The Bay Leaf. Delicious meal, preceded by an intriguing assortment of chutneys - some sweet, some spicy - served with papadum (lentil flatbread).

The next morning, we checked out of the Manhattan Club, retrieved our car from the garage, and set off for home. Imagine our surprise, when we found the Interstate highways in New Jersey to be completely free of snow and ice. The New Jersey road crews had done a fabulous job, clearing away all evidence of the storm. Although there had been over 350 accidents, the previous day, traffic flowed easily on Tuesday morning.

Thus ended, our "bonus" day off. I recommend that all couples reserve such a day, at least once every year.