Just recently spent a couple of days in NYC and had a blast! I flew to Philadelphia to hang with my mom and sister and it just happened that my cousins were in New York City. Since I haven’t seen them in a long time, they decided to fly their mom, my aunt, out from California for the weekend and came down to Philly and scooped us up.
My cousin booked us two rooms at the DoubleTree Hilton in mid-town Manhattan. We got to the Lincoln Tunnel at about 5:30pm and got into the city about 45 min. later, where we were spit out right into mid-town. Times Square lit up like all fuck. A little trippy since two days before I was home on Maui. We checked into our hotel and did an immediate search for sushi. We found a place nearby called Hatsuhana, it was decent, but not great. The uni was fresh but the fish was kind of fatty and was a little disappointing for the price. Overall, though, a good experience.
After sushi we decided to head out for a drink and ended up at the Pig ‘n’ Whistle on 3rd. It was going off and the DJ was killing it, he was mixing short bursts of 80s, 90s and dub step and tearing it the fuck up! Great atmosphere in this place, we ended up drinking here til about 2am and then everyone headed back to the hotel. My sister and I weren’t really tired, though, so we headed out to a couple of other bars. We were just wandering around and looking for a place to get a drink and we were looking through the window of a bar to see what was going on in there, it looked really dismal, but about two doors down, a guy burst through the door and onto the sidewalk, someone had just thrown his ass out! We had just found our next bar. We went inside and sat all at the deep end of the bar near the DJ and a hot blonde Russian chick. She was drinking a martini. My sister and I ordered shots of Jameson and beers and started chatting it up with the Russian broad. She said she was from Philly, but it sounded like a line of shit and we just laughed. She kept trying to get my sister to join her outside for a cigarette, but it felt like she was trying to lure her into some kind of trap, so my sister just kept saying no. She left for a while and we continued drinking. When she came back she was visibly upset and acting kind of like a bitch. She showed us some pictures of her “modeling” and we decided it was time to go, so I gave her a big hug, told her, “be good to yourself,” as if I was encouraging a whore to be a better person. I’m such an asshole sometimes.
We went into a Taco Bell but they weren’t selling tacos, so we bought a couple of slices of pizza (I know, WTF) and cruised home. My sister started crying, like she does when she gets plastered, and we sat in the hallway by the elevators of our hotel while she cried and ate her pizza. So classic!
The next night day we walked around NYC, went to Rockefeller Center and watched the ice skaters and then went into Central Park where we watched Black Guys Dancing and saw Big Bird and Elmo. It was an absolutely gorgeous day. My cousin had an appointment with one of his clients at City Winery. My cousins grow wine grapes so we went to meet with the wine maker and discuss what grapes he would like from the next season’s harvest. This meant that we had to try about 30 different wines, though. I have never really done a full on wine tasting before, so I wasn’t really aware that it’s best to spit after a couple of sips…needless to say I was thoroughly plowed after we took a private tour of the wine cellar. Drinking wine fresh out of the barrel like that is fucking amazing!
We then had to make it back over to mid-town for our dinner reservation at Wolfgang’s Steakhouse. Holy shit! This place is fucking fantastic! I think I had the biggest, thickest cut of bacon EVER and we all shared a full on seafood platter with lobster, shrimp and oysters and then had three of the thickest, fattest pieces of steak I have ever had in my life. They were all cooked to perfection! The deuche bags at the table next to us were a little drunk and rowdy and the deuchiest one of them, a guy wearing turquoise pants, lost at credit card roulette and proceeded to tell everyone in the restaurant how he was stuck with a $700 bill. He was mouthing off a bit too much for my taste, but it didn’t ruin our good time. I almost had to help him with his face, though. Afterward, we all went out for drinks and dancing. So fun!
Sunday morning we did brunch at the famous Waldorf Astoria. I can’t even begin to tell you how amazing that was. Full on seafood platters, crepe station, omelet station, prime rib, salads, pancakes, waffles, fruit, and the dessert section had a freakin chocolate fountain! What!? Awesome.
We drove around the city checking stuff out, then hit the Brooklyn Bridge to the New Jersey Turnpike and headed back to Philly. Love NYC!
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