I had the most wonderful opportunity to explore NYC for a day with my wife, MrsDrFenner. We certainly made the best of it. We met at Grand Central Station (yay for meeting there and not saying good-bye) and walked to The Morgan. The Morgan had been recommended to me by my closest undergraduate mathematics professor, who happened to teach me about Euclid, Plato, and mathematical Probability & Statistics. When we (TheDrsFenner) visited our alma mater (Allegheny College) for a reunion weekend, we got to eat dinner with Dr. LoBello and he advised us to go to the Morgan. It was very good advice. MrsDrFenner said she was more in awe at The Morgan than she was at MoMA (in fairness, she didn’t wait in line for the Magritte exhibit).
I was personally in awe of some of the letters of historical and literary significance that were on display. However, I almost fell over when I saw a copy of Bryne’s Euclid‘s, open and displaying (I think) the 7th proposition (i.e., a theorem) of Book I. Had it been open to the 47th proposition, I would have fallen right over. #47 is the Pythagorean theorem. I’ll try to remember to link a picture of me, beside the Bryne. Seeing it reminded me that I’d like to take the online images for Book I and print them on a poster. I’m not sure about sizing; I’m hoping pdfjam will make the project tolerable. We also saw nice exhibits of Leonardo DeVinci and Edgar Allen Poe.
As we strolled out, we ducked in a coffee shop (Lucid?) for due espressi. For there, we headed to dinner at The Cannibal. The atmosphere was young, trendy, and communal. Shared tables were the order of the day and it worked nicely. There was a nice variety of beer (although, there weren’t too many must have’s for me — checking again, I see a Hill Farmstead on tap that I would have attacked). We did really enjoy some beer-cocktails. And the tandoori lamb belly (which might do better marketed as tandoori lamb ribs) was massively succulent. I probably won’t get it again. But it was great to try once! The watermelon-cilantro-hot pepper salad really worked well to cut through the fat and provide a clean counterpoint to the heaviness of the succulent belly.
Our dinner done, we headed to two bars. The first, Middle Branch, had a speak easy feel without requiring a password. You do need to know where to look. Good drinks and great atmosphere. We really appreciated the standing room downstairs and the (uncrowded) seating area upstairs. My riff on a Negroni (with muddled grapes) was definitely worthwhile (I’m a big Negroni and Negroni-template-riff fan). MrsDrFenner needed something light to help her get past the heavy dinner: our server read her mind and brought a cucumber gimlet like drink that fit the bill. One and done: we wanted to find some live jazz. Which we did at Measure. We grabbed a specialty cocktail (or two) and then transitioned to some fizzy water. Our stomachs were in some dire need of help.
Having satisfied the requisite need to “paint the town red”, we strolled back to Grand Central and hoped a train to the Financial District (where my hotel for the meeting is located). We decided to try for some good NYC brunch in the AM. We took a good bit of a walk to get to Prune. Bustling and tiny, the food was great. We both couldn’t refuse hollandaise (on eggs Benedict), but we were disappointed that we couldn’t get bloody mary’s before noon (I guess it’s a NY state liquor board thing — maybe only on Sunday?). MrsDrFenner pointed out that the liquor board needs to offer a “clarification” that “of course, such laws don’t apply to Mimosas and Bloody Mary’s”. Until then, do your research.
Our last main stops were Central Park, a hint of shopping (Athleta in person?!?), and a bite to eat before rolling to the Port Authority (Bus Terminal) and heading back to the Valley. Central Park was a big win. My first (naive) thought was: they have rocks here! That is, rocks big enough to make a 6 year delight in running up, down, over, and around them. With hidden paths to explore everywhere. We started in the area called The Ramble and it was a great, strolling treat. It helped that the rain held off until we were on the subway to the PABT.