Although our New York trip was six weeks ago, much of it has become jumbled in my memory, like what happened and when it happened. Right now, I am struggling to remember what we did for part of our final day there.
Read my previous post HERE. It will lead you to more.
I know that there were pockets when Wes and I were left to ourselves to explore while Taylor worked. I know that Wes made at least one more visit to Harbor Fitness while I slept in.
It could well be that the birthday cake for the twins from Mary happened on the last day, but I already wrote that it happened on another day. If it’s already on the internet like that, then it must be true.
I remember later having coffee and a pastry with Wes and heading into an organic/specialty grocery store to poke around. We think it was somewhere in Bed-Stuy or thereabouts.
I also remember a bunch of preteens sizing us up on the subway and trying to encircle us – acting like they were just chatting with each other as they moved closer. Wes and I stayed vigilant – eyes on each other’s pockets as we stood near one of the exits until they got off the train. Pickpockets in training, perhaps. You can call me paranoid, but Wes felt the same way. Something was up.
On this final night, we were looking forward to a meal at Gyu-Kaku Japanese BBQ in the East Village.
But we got around in the daytime also. I remember browsing at another bookshop with my twins and (maybe on the same day) ducking into Los Tacos No. 1 in the Times Square area.
Earlier, Wes asked Taylor about the Whole Foods bag he had left with her at Hartley’s the night before. She had no idea what happened to it.
Gyu-Kaku is a sprawling restaurant with personal grills at every table – and an endless array of meats for its patrons to cook – along with soups, salads and a variety of sides.
Seán was waiting for us when we got there, and it was good to see him again. The four of us were led to our table, and the feast ensued. We soon got the hang of the grill, and servers came by randomly to check the heat setting for us.
My hearing plays tricks of me in places like this and seems to go to the background noise instead of the people who are actually talking to me, but I managed. Wes and I sat across from Taylor and Seán, and it was interesting to see them interact. It was like they knew each other for years.
I am particularly pleased with what I think is funniest photo of the trip. I don’t know what Wes said to Taylor, but her expression was priceless, like, “are you fucking kidding me…”
After Gyu-Kaku, Taylor and Seán felt like having a few more beers. We wound up at McSorley’s Old Ale House. The place was established in 1854 and it is said that Abraham Lincoln drank there once. The place oozed history and a bit of controversy. It wasn’t until 1986 that the tavern added a women’s restroom.
The men’s room had a bank of urinals that looked like upended porcelain sarcophagi without the lids, probably not as old as the bar itself, but ancient nonetheless.
Don’t expect hard liquor at McSorley’s. The place serves light and dark ale only, and you order it in pairs. I noticed a food selection on a chalkboard also. The place is about as no-nonsense as you can get.
We made our way to the subway, but Wes ducked into yet another pizza joint for a slice – proving his insatiability on this trip. We parted ways with Seán and headed toward South Slope. Even though Taylor was with us, I was proud of how easily Wes and I managed to navigate the MTA. While not pros by any means, we could get around.
Walking up Taylor’s street, the couch was still outside her apartment building, but most of the cushions had been scavenged. I noticed something odd, though. It was a brown paper bag. As we got closer, I could see the green logo: Whole Foods.
No way.
Don’t ask me how or why. It was Wesley’s food, now festering.
It was full circle – a hilarious bookend to our trip.
We hung out with Taylor and Mary. I was glad Mary was there and enjoyed our conversation. We were now homies. Mary was also kind enough to loan me her carry-on approved backpack, which was much more manageable than the gym bag I brought with me.
Early the next morning, Wes and I made our way onto the subway, took two trains to Penn Station, grabbed a New Jersey Transit train to the AirTrain and caught our flight home to Myrtle Beach.
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