May 28-31. My husband owed me this trip after he got to visit friends overseas, while I stayed home with our 2 yr old. Both of us had been to NY before, seperately, but from his descriptions, it was clear he had not truly experienced it. I was thrilled to plan a great trip for us. We love to wine and dine, so food would be a great part of the trip. I made reservations at some great places. We were staying at the Thompson LES. I was excited.
I found out I was pregnant, and would still be in my first trimester during the trip. Praying for no morning sickness fell on deaf ears. I have been sooo sick. So our trip comes around, and I can't even fathom eating. I canceled most of the reservations, aside from 2. I was bummed. But there's a bright side.
I have quickly realized I have a very short window, once hunger does strike, to avoid getting sick. It's about 30 min. Let me say this about NY. There is great food everywhere. I was so caught up in reading about the best this or best that in where to eat, and frankly, it was unimportant. This baby seems fond of pizza, and I ate a lot of it. Anywhere, and everywhere. I couldn't tell you the names of the places, but I don't think it matters. It was all good. When that feeling would hit, we would find a little corner cafe, or bistro, and would have the best meals. The places were full of locals, and had character. I felt like I had had an epiphany. I came away with a new perspective. I think, on future visits, I will focus less on the hot place to eat, and just explore each neighborhood for that gem.
As for what we did...We just walked around each neighborhood. I tended to tire easily, and needed naps, so we didn't pack in as much as I thought we would. But just truly getting to know the city was priceless. We sat on benches and watched the people go by. We walked through Central park. We lingered, and it was great.
We did eat at Keens. I couldn't deny my husband that experience. I nearly upchucked at the sight of all that meat, but luckily the baby kept it together. We also ate at Shang, in the hotel, just because we had a $100 credit. I knew it was going to be tough for me, and boy was I right. It's a couple weeks later, and I still get nauseous thinking about Asian food. The food was actually ok, but the service was absurd. All I wanted was pizza.
I've been very fortunate in my life to travel the globe. But nothing, nothing, compares to how I feel about NYC. I've lived the life of a gypsy, never truly calling anywhere home. So how can a place I've never lived in, feel so much like home to me? Everywhere I've gone, I've always been ready to return to my house upon trip completion. NYC is different. I have never wanted to leave, and in fact, am usually in tears the last day of the trip. It truly feels like I belong there.