We are in New York City!
And the smartest thing we did was get a hotel across from Penn Station, creatively named Hotel Pennsylvania. The porter who delightfully escorted Christine and me from Fast Train to faster 7th Avenue, jaywalked us with luggage on cart directly across the 5 lanes of mostly cab traffic and within 45 minutes of arriving in New York, we were in our room. Hungry.
Rule #1: When hotel concierge recommends local restaurant, he probably has a friend there. We walked into the Niles Restaurant, TV’s blaring in a bar and decided on this God trip, this wasn’t where we needed to be.
Basic Rule to God Trips: If it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t His will. You see with God trips, you let whatever your concept of Higher Power is, guide you. My Higher Power is God, in Three Persons…yours is whoever spiritually guides you.
We moved on. “I want someplace intimate,” Christine said. And so we found it.
The restaurant’s name is Biricchino, a Northern Italian Slow Food restaurant at 260 West 29th Street and we were the only people there, but we weren’t the only people there when we left, two hours later.
To walk off the delicious slow food, we took the advice of Chelsea, our waitress
to walk the High Line, a New York City park built on the tracks of the old “L” that runs from the Battery to Midtown. Tulips, green grass, trees, a view of the Hudson River at sunset. It doesn’t get much better than this.