First in a series of retroactive posts about the trip.
Some say everything happens in New York first. Even if the merits of this claim are often dubious, there's one area in which it's always true: the cost of fancy alcoholic libations.
Back in '97 Sean P. and I took the elevator ride up to the Greatest Bar on Earth at the Twin Towers to marvel at the view, and so the Seattle resident could experience a $10 martini. This cost, you see, was still a novelty in the 90s. Now it's the norm in many
L.A. bars, and at the low end in upscale NYC joints. No news to anyone.
Here are two lovely, artisanal cocktails from the fabulous Deco retro Flatiron Lounge on 19th Street. No one recognizes superior mixology better than Morgan, so when she recommended this place I knew it was a must try. These delicious drinks cost $12 a piece, which based on other meals throughout the week seems to be the standard going rate. At least the variety of super fresh juices at Flatiron justifies the prices a bit, since the space is redolent with the smell of recently pressed fruits and exotic ingredients. (By the way, how is lychee pronounced -- "lee-chee" or "lie-chee"?) The airborne fragrance makes the drinks taste even better, unless what we're smelling are synthetic odors like what they pump into the air at Disneyland. But I'm not too worried about such scams in this location.
Gramercy Tavern also offers brilliant cocktails at $11. Because child duty called (yeah, I just wrote a tasteless double entendre) it took nearly two hours to sip down a snappy drink that involved Pimm's and blackberry something or other. Sans Charlotte I would've been more vigilant about noting the ingredient deets. Needless to say, natural avoidance of excessive alcohol consumption is another benefit of watching over an active toddler.
Good thing I was feeling under the weather when Amanda and I decided to take a load off and gaze at the southeasterly vista from the 35th floor at the Mandarin Oriental lobby lounge. Despite having avoided $17 specialty mixtures, a pot of tea and little snack set us back a couple of Andy Jacksons. (The tab was in this range for a few drinks and bottled water at The Modern's lusciously sleek bar room.)
Consider it rent for using a few feet of room in some snazzy real estate. And another justification? The best bathroom in the west Midtown area. In the future, I'll use that treasured amenity without buying overpriced consumables and without compunction. Especially when we enter the era of the $20 cocktail.