Saturday, October 14 – Day 47
Rain overnight, a cozy feeling in a warm bed with the rain hitting the trailer roof. We woke to a warm morning and clearing skies. After two days of sightseeing in New York City, the group needed a rest.
We decided to spend the day exploring Croton on the Hudson on our bikes.
I did my usual rig check to make sure all systems are normal the RV batteries voltage was low. Strange because we were plugged into power which automatically charges the batteries.
A check of the breaker panel showed the hot water heater breaker was tripped, most newer RV hot water tanks have dual heaters electric and propane.
Apparently, when I plugged into the shore power (RV park power) the breaker tripped which also controls the battery charger. Another note to self, turn off water heater before plugging into power.
I also took advantage of the day off to fix the water leak near the water pump, a loose clamp. We enjoyed a sunny warm day off, back to New York City tomorrow.
Sunday, October 15 – Day 48
We rose to bright sunshine and low 70‘s. It was mid-morning by the time we boarded the train for NYC.
We arrived at Grand Central and took the subway to Bleeker Street. The plan was to have lunch at Katz Deli a famous New York sandwich emporium since the 1800’s.
Apparently, Harry met Sally at Katz Deli, sounds like a chick flick.
By the time we walked the mile or so to the deli, it was time for lunch. I must admit during the walk I thought it a bit ridiculous walking all this way to have a sandwich when the streets are lined with restaurants, food trucks, and food carts.
As we neared the famous deli and crossed the street we encountered a ½ block line of people. We passed the line only to find it was the waiting line for Katz Deli………..I guess it is famous.
Apparently, Katz doesn’t open until noon. We moved to the end of the line and waited our turn, I was still skeptical about this place, waiting in line for anything is not for me.
Thankfully, the line moved quickly and before long we were at the door. It was like lining up for a popular nightclub the bouncer at the door let in a half dozen or so people at a time.
Once inside the crowded deli, you are given an orange slip of paper and told not to lose it. The interior was old and rundown several lines of customers protruded from the 60-foot meat shop type counter bordering the far wall.
Behind the counter stood a dozen or so butcher type servers furiously cutting meat.
The rest of the place was filled with patrons sitting at small old tables on older looking chairs. The decor was decades old with smoke colored paneling covered with small faded pictures of celebrities.
We moved into the shortest of the many lines to check out the menu board above the servers. I almost crapped myself when I looked at the prices, the sandwiches started at $18. including a piece of pickle and a piece of cucumber……over the top, although they looked good.
Lynda and I shared a sandwich filled with a half pound of meat stacked between two slices of rye bread. Plenty enough for lunch. The sandwich was good but not worth $22.
Our next stop was one of my bucket list items, the Brooklyn Bridge, an iconic structure gracing the New York City skyline since 1869 and still in use. We walked to the bridge and joined hundreds of other tourists for a walk along the upper deck while cars passed under us.
After the Brooklyn Bridge, we made our way to Little Italy for dinner. The group was looking forward to exploring this area and a pasta dinner preferably at a sidewalk café.
We walked a couple of miles to Little Italy and wandered the old streets until our thirst overwhelmed us forcing us to duck into an old bar for a beer.
It seems every bar in New York has a unique selection of beers and many bars are self-serve, no waiter or waitress. After our thirst was quenched it was time to resume the search for the perfect restaurant.
We strolled past several, checking their menu and prices, surprisingly Little Italy is not as big as you would think especially in a city the size of New York only several blocks square.
After passing the same restaurants a couple of times we decided on one adjacent to the Little Italy sign strung across the road.
The experience and the food were out of this world. The entire group agreed it was the best pasta we had ever tasted and not expensive at about $100 per couple including two bottles of wine. Not per couple for the group, in case you were wondering.
By the time dinner was finished darkness was on us. Our next quest, the Empire State Building, although we have seen it several times the last few days we have not ventured inside.
We knew it was not far from Grand Central, so we hopped back on the subway to Grand Central and then a couple mile walk to the famous building.
I was the tour guide, I’m not sure if it was the wine during dinner or what, but by the time I realized the map was upside down, we had walked a dozen blocks or so in the wrong direction………duh.
By the time we turned around and walked back to Grand Central, it was getting late and everyone was tired. We voted to skip the visit. An unfortunate decision, but we knew from the outset of the trip it would be impossible to see or visit every attraction.
A side note. As I am writing this a terrorist attack happened in New York, the assailant drove a rented Home Depot truck along a bike lane killing 8 people and injuring several others. Although no one in the group mentioned it when we were in New York City, we were a little concerned about a terrorist strike. We missed the attack by a couple of weeks.
This was our last day in New York City. As we rode the commuter train back to camp I reflected on our time here. Every city and town has its own character, but there is a kind of magic enveloping this amazing city, an indescribable feeling, a kin to Paris I’m sure, something everyone should feel.
It was after 10 pm by the time we arrived back at camp and a very excited puppy. I’m not sure if he is like other dogs but he will not eat or drink when left alone.
Little Italy street art.