In the last episode, our two intrepid sailors had just reached land after a daring journey from Atlantic Highlands, New Jersey to Manhattan Island, New York, where they were met by the angelic Katy. The three travelers and their fearless hunting dog, CeeCee, then embarked on an equally-brave adventure over land. They walked from the Hudson River at 79th Street all the way to the East River at 71st Street. The trip normally takes about 45 minutes, but our travelers accomplished the feat in just under two hours, as the aforementioned fearless hunting dog had to sniff (and pee on) every single bush, tree, fire hydrant, newspaper stand, human, dog, sign post, and manhole cover along the route.
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After we all made it back to the apartment, we left the dog to her nap and headed to Finnegan's Wake Pub for a pitcher, followed by a great dinner at Cilantro.
Just as we had previously taken Erik's mom to Alice's Teacup for Mother's Day, on Sunday we took Erik's dad ("Richard") to Alice's Teacup for (an early) Father's Day. . .gotta keep the score even, you know. There, we had the best scones ever*, the best tea ever**, and some darn good food. After stuffing ourselves, we spent the better part of the day at Central Park, which was rather full of people due to the incredibly nice weather. We sunbathed, we people-watched, we read, we frisbeed (is that a verb?), we hot-dogged, and we people-watched some more. That evening, we again stuffed ourselves with some great barbecue at Brother Jimmy's, followed by a little ice cream party back at the apartment.
Monday was kicked off by some French toast, courtesy of Richard and his boat-made bread. The fact that homemade bread can even be made in the SV Kelly Rae's tiny kitchen (or, galley, as we like to call it) is a small miracle. Better yet, it's actually really good.
After breakfast, Katy had to go to work, so Erik and Richard made a beeline (via the 79th Street Boat Basin, Times Square, and Bryant Park) to Greenwich Village. There, we found a great little bookstore, where Richard stocked up on used books for the boat, and an even better bar --- the White Horse Tavern. The White Horse Tavern has been around since 1880, but it is mostly famous for being a hangout of such notable figures as Dylan Thomas, Bob Dylan, and Jack Kerouac during the mid-20th Century. After enjoying a couple cold beers on their sidewalk patio, we moved on, walking through the West Village, the (recently-gentrified) Meatpacking District, Union Square, and then back home.
It was indeed a Memorial Day to remember.
* Here, "best scones ever" really means best scones ever. Particularly the pumpkin. With the strawberry-banana a close second.
** Here, "best tea ever" really means very good tea, but who can tell the difference between varieties of black tea anyways? It could have been overpriced Lipton, for all we know.
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