Whoo-Hoo! Last night we made it to Manhattan again. Apparently, the no-agenda vacation is the way to go. We both worked a bit in the morning and then headed in after the subways came back online. We wanted to go to the Strand first, so we parked by my Aunt Margaret's apartment in Greenpoint and took the L in to Union Square.
Ahhh, the Strand. I walked in looking for nothing and walked out of there with a cookbook, two fiction books and two children's books. Guy walked in looking for one book: The Boys of Summer. He left extremely frustrated and sadly empty handed. Guy's theory about the Strand is that it's a great bookstore if you have nothing in mind and want to wander the stacks. However, if you are looking for a particular book, it could be the death of you. That's not to say that you can never find a specific book. While I was browsing the cookbooks one of those old men who have lived in Manhattan for 80 years in the same apartment asked for a copy of the New York Times Almanac. One of the plethora of punk-rock chicks that seem to be enjoying a resurgence in NYC told him that despite the computer telling her that there was one copy left in the store, she could not locate it. He told her he had seen it the afternoon before; she replied that perhaps it was purchased since he last saw it and the computer was wrong. He then very loudly said, "Alright then, young lady, you go back to whatever I took you away from - I'll just get on my hands and knees and start looking for it myself." And then... he did! Hand and knees, until she came back with the book in shame. It was a perfect bookstore moment.
Afterwards we walked down Second Ave to get a drink before having dinner at the Mermaid Inn. Can someone please explain to me how Stomp is still playing at the Orpheum? Or why the Telephone Bar still manages to stay in business?
In any case, we had a great night - great food including a honeydew cucumber gazpacho I am itching to attempt as soon as we get home.