• Follow Us on Twitter!

    Error: Twitter did not respond. Please wait a few minutes and refresh this page.

  • Latest Photos

    photos_6

    photos_10

    photos_3

    condophoto2

    More Photos
  • Last Books Read

    Born to Run by Christopher McDougall - (K) Humorous and thorough history and science behind ultrarunners and long-distance running
    *****
    Long Walk to Freedom by Nelson Mandela - (K) An autobiography covering his childhood, years as a freedom fighter and incarceration. Inspiring and informative
    *****
    The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón - (K&T) A mystery set in Barcelona involving an old book, a failed writer and murder
    *****
    Lush Life by Richard Price - A Lower East Side tale of cops, drugs and drinking
    ***
    The Chinese by Jesper Becker - (K&T) Modern history of my peeps, from the cultural revolution to the many failed economic and social attempts to move the country forward
    ***
    Setting the Table by Danny Meyer - A "how-to" on hospitality and business acumen by the restaurateur behind such NY institutions as the Shake Shack and Union Square Grill
    ***
    The Audacity of Hope by Barack Obama - Obama lays out what is wrong with the current government and how, vaguely, to change it.
    **

Yale / New Haven

After a VERY late night at beer table in Brooklyn with my friends Laura and Phil (recently returned from Sydney) where we downed/nursed a number of unknown (at least to me) but incredibly tasty beers after attending a show at nearby Union Hall of Seno’s friend Tim Williams, I got up at 8am. K & I were supposed to catch to 10:07 am train to New Haven for a day of sightseeing and eating.

But Kelly was nowhere to be found. She was on her 11 mile run, all part of training for the NY Marathon. I sometimes feel very lazy for staying up late and sleeping in while Kelly gets up at like 5:30 am and runs..but this feeling doesn’t last very long. 🙂

She got back at 9 something but then it felt a little too rushed to make it to Grand Central in time. Luckily, there is a train every hour so we could easily push back to the next train. So, we took our time, packed a change of clothes into the backpack and took the subway north, arriving at GCT a good 20 minutes before the train is supposed to leave. Lines were long for tickets and bagels (NYers LOVE lines, even for things that anywhere else would be easy – this is not something I’ll miss) but we made it in time to catch our train, which seemed to be arriving really close to its departure time.

As people wandered off the train, we wandered on, looking for the prime seat. We wandered off to switch cars and then when trying to board again, i got trapped by the closing door. WTF? why is the door closing? Nobody is even on the train yet. In fact, I don’t see anybody else at all and the train is supposed to leave in like 2 minutes. Weird.

Well, it’s only weird until somebody tells you that while you are indeed at the train booked for New Haven, except that this is the 12:07 train for New Haven….NOT the 11:07.

SHIT

We RAN through GCT looking for the right track but it was too late. It had already departed. So, we took some seats down in the Dining Concourse and drank some coffee and finished out bagels and talked. Somebody nearby had a plate of Indian food that looked very good.

in GCT

in GCT

Hrm. Well, it is supposed to be a day of eating and while we planned on starting this in New Haven, there was no sense in making that a LAW.

$9 and 5 minutes later, K & I were sharing a plate of daal, lamb curry and basmati rice. It was pretty good, but nothing spectacular….what do you expect from a fast food indian place? But it made me happy. We grabbed a copy of the NYT and boarded the packed train for New Haven.

It takes about 2 hours to get to New Haven and Kelly slept most of the way there.

Upon arrival we grabbed a map of New Haven and started towards Yale, which is about 20 minutes from the train station by foot.

I have to say that New Haven does NOT give a good first impression. The famed greens near Yale are dirty and full of trash and surrounded by bums making use of the park benches. But Yale itself is VERY pretty. The grounds and buildings are spectacular an unlike almost any other place in the U.S. I’ve ever been. It was move-in weekend at Yale and we expected hoards of new students moving into dorms, but everything seemed rather quiet. After a quick google session, we learned that Yale enrolls less than 2000 new students a year. Ah!

Yale

Yale

More Yale

More Yale

Mas Yale

Mas Yale

We hit the Art Museum, which is free, and saw the current Van Gogh exhibit featuring Starry Nights. The whole 3rd floor was pretty interesting and contained other work by Van Gogh as well as Jackson Pollack, Degas, Picasso and Monet. But the piece that most interested me was this one by Anselm Kiefer, “Die Ungeborenen

Die Ungeborenen

Die Ungeborenen

If you’re interested, go google it and you’ll learn all about it. Not the happiest topic so I’ll leave it to those that are curious.

After the art museum, we went to BAR, which I read about from the blog “The Girl Who Ate Everything”. BAR brews a rich and chocolately stout that goes well with their pizza, which we got covered in mashed potatoes and bacon. Weird combination? Yes. Does it work? Actually it does, though I would prefer to remove the mashoed potatoes and cover in Creme Fraiche. Their white pizze has a great garlic and parmesean kick. There was LOTs of glorious, glorious bacon.

Mashed Potatoes & Bacon

Mashed Potatoes & Bacon

New Haven is well known for thier pizza and so after a few more hours of walking around Yale and gawking at the awkward and mostly nerdy Yale freshman, we ended up at Sally’s later to try what some call the best pizza on earth.

But we wouldn’t know. After spending an hour in a line that didn’t seem to move AT ALL and learning that we’d still have to wait another 2 hours to get said pizza, we gave up and got a pretty decent order of mapotofu at a local Chinese restaurant.

It was 9pm and we were beyond full. We headed back to the train station and grabbed the 9:21 back to New York and were sitting at home watching an on-demand copy of Mad Men by midnight.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: