So, I hate to start off my first slice of New York with
a list of the conventional, but that is what May seems to
bring out in residents of this town: a celebration of the
(suddenly more livable) every-day.
Regulars of dark and tucked-away dives and basement clubs
filter into the streets of the Village, students and 9-to-5ers
emerge from hibernation to sip coffee outdoors, weekend
trippers fill the sidewalk tables of Little Italy, and even
the Wall Street suits venture into the borders of the park
for lunch hour.
A collective awareness comes over us: Maybe there are reasons
we love this place. You see, although most New Yorkers will
defend their metropolis with unparalleled stubbornness,
the long months of winter take their toll.
After the first few weeks of seeing nothing but strips
of gray clouds between the skyscrapers, one tends to forget
that this is quite possibly the most excellent city on earth.
And then suddenly, the sky is blue, the air is warm, and
the crucial transition is made from drinking-to-forget to
drinking-to-celebrate.
The best place to witness re-awakened New Yorkers in action
is outdoors. Head for NYU (for those of you used to universities
in the rest of the world, this "campus" is distinguished
only by the sudden abundance of purple flags) and spend
some afternoon hours in Washington Square Park.
With sidewalk artists, practicing guitarists, and the worldıs
only (as far as I know) comedy venue-fountain, it's a great
place to get a feel for the city.
For a more "wilderness" experience (NYC style)
there is, of course, Central Park: home, I would venture,
to the most diverse group of park-goers ever assembled.
Bring a picnic, dance to an improvised Cuban drum performance,
go rollerblading, restore childlike wonder at the 4pm sealion
feeding in the zoo, pay tribute to John Lennon, or listen
to the rain cascade onto the broad windows of the Met's
Temple of Dendur.
If all of the Starbuck's of Manhattan are getting to you,
and you seek a reminder that New York is, in fact, inhabited
by individuals, a worthwhile trek is in order to the rarely
visited community gardens of Roosevelt Island.
Take the tram from 59th St. and 2nd Ave, enjoy the view
over the East River, and walk up to the northern end of
the island. There stretches a beautiful garden composed
of tiny squares, each maintained by an individual or family
who lives on the island. It's one of the small glimpses
of community you find in a city of nine million.
For an outdoor, all-American experience in a different
kind of park, now is the perfect time of year to catch a
baseball game. (Think crowds, hot dogs, and all the excitement
a game of cricket lacks). Head to Yankee
Stadium in the Bronx for a Yankees game - or, for a
slightly less rowdy and exciting experience - Shea Stadium,
home of the Mets.
Bleacher seats can be purchased on the day of the game
for under $10, but be prepared to spend an equal amount
on two "beers" (Bud Light).
If you're not an English speaker, a Yankee game in the
bleachers is a great opportunity to pick up some expressions
you won't find in your phrase book, as other loyal fans
provide helpful suggestions to the umpire and the away team.
If all of your exploring has made you hungry, there are
endless choices for dining in the city. For a filling meal
for $4, try the breakfast special at La Rosita - where you
will seldom, if ever, find a single tourist. The special
of this local place at 111th St. and Broadway includes a
plate piled with rice, beans and eggs (or plantains), buttered
bread, and a cup of coffee.
Across the street at Tom's diner are the best milkshakes
in existence.
If your budget is a bit larger, the most delicious Indian
food I have found in the city is at Poona, 72nd St. between
Broadway and Amsterdam. For a unique atmosphere and delicious
Ethiopian food, there is Abyssinia, at Grant St. and Thompson
in Soho.
All of the above have vegetarian choices, but for a completely
vegetarian experience try Zen Palate: one at 34 Union Square,
and the other at 2170 Broadway, around 76th St.
After dinner, there are countless coffee and dessert places
in the village, or head up to my personal favorite, Cafe
Lalo (three words: chocolate truffle cake), on 83rd St.
between Broadway and Amsterdam.
To top off the evening go bar hopping almost anywhere...
pick a street in the village, or stroll (wobble/stagger)
up Amsterdam Ave in the 80s. There's always tomorrow...
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