Hello, friends. Short story short: I'm spending the month of July in NYC at Parsons School of Design. It will be a fun month, and I don't intend to bore anyone with the mundande details, but just sort of wanted a way to record
my adventures.
Summary of events so far:
David and I arrived Friday evening. We had dinner at
craftsteak.
Was divine. The steak was awesome--probably one of the best I have ever
had--while I could have selected something else than the gnocchi and
creamed spinach for sides. My favorite part of the meal was dessert, of
course--chocolate souffle with banana chip ice cream. And they gave us
little crumb cakes for the road. I highly recommend.
Saturday:
we walked around. Thrilling, I know. Up Fifth Avenue, over to Madison
Avenue and the Ralph Lauren store, which I hadn't been to before, lunch
at
Mezzaluna (exquisite tuna salad on greens with a touch of lemon). Dinner was at
Sapa--a
highly recommended and swanky new place that had interesting Asian
fusion dishes. My favorite part--the luscious little warm chocolate
chip cookies they passed around after dinner.
Sunday was pizza and ice cream day. Heading towards Soho, we discovered that although the neighborhood maintains fantabulous
retail establishments, including the Kate Spade flagship store (can you
imagine my delight?), it offers little in the way of food, street
vendors and sidewalk cafes alike. We stopped in for brunch at
Balthazar,
perfect in a French-artsy-twenties sort of feel--the hydrangeas in the
lobby entranced me. Vintage tile, brass in the bar, a limited, but
divinely French menu, and well-oiled, seemingly ancient woodwork was all a treat. In the true bent of tourists, David and I headed to the Upper East Side and downed a
Totonno's pizza and then headed over to
Serendipity for a frozen hot chocolate and the smaller (but still humongous) portion of one of their signature ice cream sundaes.
Monday, my first day of class began with an orientation, followed by a brief review of the syllabus and a short jaunt to the
Cooper-Hewitt, which I immensely loved, if only for the architecture. It was exquisitely high Victorian,
and I hated the fact that they had turned it into a museum. When I was
little and we toured the antebellum plantations on vacation, I could
always envision myself clip-clopping down the wide halls in silk
slippers. It always seemed a grave disappointment that later
generations had to come in and transpose the buildings for second
purposes. The Cooper-Hewitt did not fall short in this category: while
beautifully restored, it held no recollections of a home, with the
exception of the floor plan.
I appreciate that they preserved at least that, so I could imagine
myself swirling down parquet floors in a silk gown. (The ballroom was
divine).
Monday night we went to dinner at
Bobby Van's.
I was there, once, a couple of years ago, and the waiter had suggested
the beef wellington, one of their signature dishes that they served
regularly but did not list on the menu. Beef wellington is one of My
Favorite Things in the Whole Wide World, so of course I ordered it, and
of course it was divine. However, they appear to have several
locations, and the one we went to on Monday night did not serve beef
wellington. Swallowing my disappointment (which often registers in the
way of frustration, but on this occasion, was bordering on tears), I
decided to be a big girl and order fish or chicken, when the waiter
came back saying the chef had offered to make us beef wellington. Sheer
ecstasy followed. We skipped dessert in lieu of a pile of green beans and mashed potatoes.
Tuesday, class was interesting. We discussed dysfunctional design (around us, everywhere), and then headed to Fifth Avenue to dissect
retail stores for the purpose of a final report. I couldn't pick one to
analyze (though I do enough of that anyway) and wandered through Gucci,
Louis Vuitton, Blanc de
Chine and Tiffany's wondering why they were such morbid feeling retail
spaces. I wanted to head over to Banana Republic where the music was
jazzy and dance my way through a bevy of unneeded retail purchases. I
abstained.
Tuesday night we went to dinner at
Rosa Mexicano, the resident NYC Mexican restaurant. I had a scrumptious tuna salad with some mint/mango dressing and David ordered a chile relleno, stuffed with spinach and mushrooms, which I think failed his expectations.
Today, the fourth, has been no less of an adventure, with a trip to
ABC Carpet and Home (warning: takes hours to devour) and
Fish's Eddy. Dinner was at
Paul and Jimmy's, which is a perfect, quiet, reasonably priced local Flatiron haunt.
I'm
learning the neighborhoods, how to keep my bearings (N, S, E, W), have
four books to read, and two assignments weekly, plus a large paper due
on the fourth week to keep me busy. I have two flatmates, May
and Aliyah (more on them later) and a dorm the size of a postage stamp.
Also, have met several neat classmates; there are 18 in my class total
and while we are a smorgasbord
of individuals, I think it is a lovely sampling of experiences, and we
have an excellent instructor who seems to be able to pull it all
together and values every one's ideas individually.
Happy Fourth.