After seeing the islands Saturday morning, we boarded the subway and headed for Madison Square Park. Josh really wanted to see the Flatiron Building (sorry for the weird lighting)…
and I really wanted to each a late lunch at the Shake Shake.
Y’all! I am NOT kidding when I tell you this is the best cheeseburger and fries I have ever had. They had the first fountain DP we had seen all week, the hamburgers were cooked to order and the cheese on those fries was melty, cheddar-jack goodness. I’m serious. I’m still dreaming about it and Josh has already told me he’s definitely taking the hour commute to eat there next time he’s in town for work!
It’s hard to tell from this picture, but next to the tree is a man we lovingly referred to as Coach. He had his hair in a top knot and was doing tai chi in the park. With a sword. Priceless.
After lunch, we boarded the subway again for the Brooklyn Bridge. All morning we had been seeing people dressed up as Santa Claus and other festive characters all over lower Manhattan. We didn’t really think much of it until we came up out of the subway tunnel near City Hall and saw this. This picture doesn’t do it justice. The block was full of Santas and every direction you looked the were pouring down the streets. I’d venture to guess they numbered in the four digits. They were happy and singing Christmas carols and flat out hilarious. It wasn’t until hours later that we saw this.
The Brooklyn Bridge was gorgeous. We took the walking path to the halfway point and then came back. I would have loved to walked the rest of the way to shop and eat, but we. were. exhausted.
Then we had the brilliant idea to head to Midtown and see the Radio City Music Hall, Rockefeller Center and St. Patrick’s Cathedral. Not sure if you remember or not, but it was SATURDAY. I’ve never seen so many people in one city block and these are the only two pictures I snapped. I was otherwise too busy fighting for my personal space and yelling at people for pushing and shoving.
After almost witnessing a murder attributed to road rage between a very large man and a taxi driver, we took respite at St. Patrick’s. Gorgeous. I’m sad we couldn’t stay for the evening mass, but it was nice just sitting on a pew and watching patrons visit tombs of the saints and light candles.
Our plan for Saturday evening had always been to watch the Heisman ceremony from Times Square and cheer Trent Richardson on, but we could do nothing but hop the train back to Tuckahoe and crawl back to our hotel room. We were in our pajamas indulging on room service by 6:30 that night. We are old and boring!
