I crossed #15 off my to do list recently: I dined at Peter Luger.
Sometimes iconic experiences don’t live up to the hype but Peter Luger absolutely did. I loved it.
The restaurant is from another time. It was established in 1887 but is aging quite well.
There are gleaming brass light fixtures throughout, wood paneling and in a little booth, a purple haired cashier (I’m pretty sure her hair isn’t purple out of trendiness). The servers, all men from what I can tell, are no-nonsense. Not brusque, but efficient.
Did you know that NYC now has a zip line installed in Gramercy Park?
This Annual Summer Streets event will be held on August 4, 11 and 18. It’s billed as the city’s biggest block party, in which seven miles of city streets are blocked off, from the Brooklyn Bridge all the way to 72nd Street; instead of being filled with gridlocked taxis, the roads will feature exhibitions and activities ranging from yoga to dance classes, a 25-foot climbing wall, and, of course, the zip line.
Know where I’d ride a zip line? From Williamsburg to the East Village instead of taking the L train.
Alas, there’s no zip lining for me this summer. Stupid ankle. It’s better, but not that much better.
Dramas? Yes, please. But musicals, I generally think of as trite, long and just generally not for me. I hate how the seats in Broadway theaters (most of them old) are cramped, and lines for the one ladies’ room in the place will be mind bogglingly long at intermission.
Oh, and Broadway is an expensive experience.
But I really want to see Book of Mormon. Like the rest of the world. Tickets are tough to come by, but I’m working the angles.
One issue? My mom is my best angle. She wants to see the show too, she says, even though I’m pretty much positive she won’t like it. Mom is a Republican who goes to church, after all. I’m not sure I can go to see Book of Mormon without her.