This past Thursday I took the redeye from Long Beach to JFK. After a quick nap I rent for a run on the lovely path that goes along Little Neck Bay and the Cross Island Parkway. My mother lives in a neighborhood of Queens NY known as Whitestone, which is much more Long Island than it is New York City. Then I went to the local bagel shop and chowed on some egg everything bagels with a ton of lox. DELICIOUS. I do not understand why the bagels are so much better in NY than they are here but its true!
Next it was over to Shea Stadium. My mother and I walked around the new ball park they are building in the left-field parking lot and snapped some photos. We then got ticket stubs off some business types as they were leaving the stadium. When we tried to use them to get in I had to make up some story about needing to get medicine from my car to get us past the security brutes. Once inside we went to section 45H - The Copacobana box from where I must have watched over a hundred Mets games. Luckily my Uncle, cousin and a family friend were there. The Mets proceeded to blow a 4 run 8th inning lead to lose the game. But we had a great time heckling and telling racy jokes, as usual.
From there it was out to Long Island (in rush hour traffic) for dinner at a great french restaurant called Bistro Sage. It was PHENOMENAL! We had lots of fresh seafood: mussels, clams, scallops, shrimp and lobster. Everything was really delicious and it was a wonderful evening with my mom, aunt and uncle.
Friday it was off to the city with my mother. We went to the New Museum in the Bowery which was a little too new for my taste. I definitely prefer the abstract expressionism but it was pleasant. A sneaker hunt followed as we walked around the east village and soho for the next several hours in search of the perfect pair of air force ones. I found some sick ones that were green and yellow but they didnt have my size. I wound up getting a pair of orange suede vans. You would not find any thing like these outside of NY. The city has the best boutique style shopping. Little hole in the wall shops with about 20 pairs of sneakers and maybe 30 different t-shirts for sale all over the place. Each shop had different collections and most had knowledgeable staff, yet they didnt seem overly enthusiastic about helping you out. Maybe we looked to touristy.
From there it was over to Brooklyn to Peter Lugers Steakhouse with my moms twin sister and her two kids whom I was closest with growing up. We tore apart what had to be the best porterhouse I ever ate in my life. I can still taste it right now, it was so rare it was purple. After that my cousin and I met up with my friend Vinny and we went out in Manhattan. I think I am getting old or something because going to bars and clubs is just not fun any more. I guess I’ve just done it too much because its really lost its luster and was the low point of my trip. My cousin however is exactly the same as I was at his age of 23. Working in the city and hating it. Ready to make a major life change and get out of the rut that is living in NY and not being wealthy. I’m hoping he smartens up and comes to live with my in OC. He would love it just as I do.
Saturday Vinny and I walked around Soho for hours. There were some street fairs and I was determined to purchase some art for my condo, and check out a few models as well. Mission was definitely accomplished as I got some cool vintage photos and a student oil painting of the pre-911 view of lower Manhattan. All the works were $20 a pop. Around 4 or so it started to pour so I took the train out of the city and back to Long Island.
There I met up with my oldest childhood friend in Oceanside. Long Island has not changes at all since I left. I find it miserable but my friends who live there are happy with the proximity to the city and being able to have a house with a backyard. We went to Jordan’s Lobster Farm and feasted on 3 1lb lobsters, a dozen clams, corn and lots of butter. It was awesome. Then we headed into Brooklyn and went to the Chocolate Room where I had the best brownie sundae of my life. I was blown away by Park Slope. It has gentrified unbelievably fast into the trendiest, coolest city neighborhood I have ever seen. Honestly, I found it to be much cooler than even soho because there were virtually no tourists and just as many options of things to do. People there also seemed to be much more local and down to earth than in Soho. I did not want to leave. If I ever move back to NY it will definitely be to Brooklyn.
Sunday I woke up and it was grey and gloomy outside. Real east coast gloom. I am OFF that. I was ready to bounce. Fortunately after a nice lunch with the family I went to JFK and got my ass back to California. I have much love for the city. Its amazing and to try to compare any city on the west coast to it would be downright insulting as it is leaps and bounds ahead in awesomeness. South of 14th st and into brooklyn are the ideal urban environment as far as I’m concerned. The weather and crowds however are just too much for me to live with day-in and day-out. Great to visit!