Sep. 29th, 2005 03:40 pm
Deep breath, collect thoughts, begin...
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mizarchivistNew York:
Executive summary goes as follows: Veritas is edible sex. Spamalot highlarious. Alan Tudyk *squeeeeeeee!!*
Rambly ramble bits with warnings of gratuitous fangirling and food pr0n
We arrived in NYC on the Fung Wah with plenty of time to get to Brooklyn, chat with our awesome hostess, then head back for a 6:30 dinner appointment at Veritas, which is known for its wine cellar of hugeness and a menu tailored to got with the wine. For further background, go here: http://www.veritas-nyc.com/ .
Hamachi tartre- definitely had a viniagrette holding it together, the fish (yellowtail- I had to ask), avocado, and all was a great start, although![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
quiet_elegance's fois gras kicked the hamachi's ass. As q_e said: ethereal.
Roasted saddle of lamb- Frickin' daaaaamn. I ordered it as it should be: medium rare. I'd never had lamb that was that flavorful and tender. The potato and corn that came with was a very acceptable match and made the wine (pinot noire, but don't recall from which vineyard) taste even better.
Roasted plum cheesecake- The plums were quite tart but went with the cheesecake amazingly well- it wasn't infused into rather a layer on top of, plus the scoop of apricot sorbet was what they call "refreshing" on Iron Chef. Mind you, the chocolate souffle, like the fois gras, was far and away that much better.
The three of us spent most of the time when we weren't in our own private moments of obscene food happiness watching the other customers who were for the most part a half a generation older than we are and live in a tax bracket a few stratospheres higher than any of ours. Still, it was a worthy sight-seeing adventure and absolutely worthy aspurple_terror's birthday dinner.
We were back in Brooklyn before 9 and happy not to have to do another damned thing that night.
Tuesday had a rather late start. We headed to Katz's for lunch, then wandered through St. Mark's and beyond, up 5th Ave. as far as Madison Sq. Park before calling it close enough. The remainder of the afternoon was spent pretty quietly. P_t and I went down to the promenade to read, q_e chilled inside.
Dinner was a more pedestrian meal at one of the Montague bistros- mmm, spaghetti!- then off to Times Squre.
Ho-ly shit! I think I'd managed to skip Times Square on all previous adult visits. I certainly had never been at night when it's doing its Vegas impression. Not that I've been to Vegas. I gawked as one might under the circumstances. The Shubert is hosting Spamalot. It's kind of a cute and not overly huge theater. Smaller by far than the Wang, or even the Orpheum here in Boston, but much larger than the Cocteau in the Bowery. The 3 of us were rather scattered, but all 3 in orchestra rather than balcony. Without going into a blow-by-blow, I'll sum up by saying that the musical encompasses the majority of Holy Grail, plus some nods to other classic bits of Python and an oversized serving of derision to the pomp and circumstance that goes along with Broadway musicals. Alan Tudyk was playing Lancelot (and a whole bunch of other characters, like Tim the Magician) instead of Hank Azaria. Tim Curry was Arthur and David Hyde Pierce as Sir Robin (and another bunch of characters).
By intermission I had revised my original theory regarding staying after for autograph collection. Part of my aloofness to this fannish indulgence was I did not know how accessible the Stage Door would be (as it turned out extremely accessible) or the protocol for such things or the possible wait time. So, here I was frustrated with myself for not brining a single bit of Serenity swag for Alan to sign. Stooopid! Happily, the program did just fine. He was the first to come out of the Stars (mind you, not enough folk appreciated him like I did- the clapping for him was significantly less than the more established stars) However, this lack of establishment meant he signed everything offered, talked to folk, let pictures be taken, the whole nine yards. Much dithering happened on my part and I ended up being one of the last to get anything signed, however I did managed to blurt out < censored for those who haven't watched Serenity yet >, got a sympathetic hug, and then I chose to gracefully totter off before I hyperventilated. Q_e snagged an autograph as well, which was given to the even greater fangirl that is my co-worker who was a-quiver with glee at the unexpected prezzie.
I was amused to see that he's barely a few inches taller than I am, and no more, that his hair had a significant reddish hue, plus freckles- and he look so damn young!!
Both guys chuckled at my inarticulate and articulate babblings following the encounter. The tethered me so I wouldn't float off and we wandered back to the subway. By that point, all else would pale in comparison.
By the time our train arrived I was almost talking normally again and in a human register even.
We shared a train with some of the cutest teenage Orthodox skater type punks- about 5 of them probably between 13 and 15. Lots of bouncy energy, constantly fiddling with their cell phones and gossiping back and forth to each other. It was hard not to grin outright at the gawky cuteness.
Wednesday we saddled up and got back to Boston with no remarkable anything- whew. I did discover that I am more than fond of lattes, though. I had my first at Diesel not that long ago, then again on the way to the bus yesterday. Dammit!! Tasty and expensive coffee treats!
It was good to go, it was good to come back.
Executive summary goes as follows: Veritas is edible sex. Spamalot highlarious. Alan Tudyk *squeeeeeeee!!*
Rambly ramble bits with warnings of gratuitous fangirling and food pr0n
We arrived in NYC on the Fung Wah with plenty of time to get to Brooklyn, chat with our awesome hostess, then head back for a 6:30 dinner appointment at Veritas, which is known for its wine cellar of hugeness and a menu tailored to got with the wine. For further background, go here: http://www.veritas-nyc.com/ .
Hamachi tartre- definitely had a viniagrette holding it together, the fish (yellowtail- I had to ask), avocado, and all was a great start, although
quiet_elegance's fois gras kicked the hamachi's ass. As q_e said: ethereal. Roasted saddle of lamb- Frickin' daaaaamn. I ordered it as it should be: medium rare. I'd never had lamb that was that flavorful and tender. The potato and corn that came with was a very acceptable match and made the wine (pinot noire, but don't recall from which vineyard) taste even better.
Roasted plum cheesecake- The plums were quite tart but went with the cheesecake amazingly well- it wasn't infused into rather a layer on top of, plus the scoop of apricot sorbet was what they call "refreshing" on Iron Chef. Mind you, the chocolate souffle, like the fois gras, was far and away that much better.
The three of us spent most of the time when we weren't in our own private moments of obscene food happiness watching the other customers who were for the most part a half a generation older than we are and live in a tax bracket a few stratospheres higher than any of ours. Still, it was a worthy sight-seeing adventure and absolutely worthy as
purple_terror's birthday dinner. We were back in Brooklyn before 9 and happy not to have to do another damned thing that night.
Tuesday had a rather late start. We headed to Katz's for lunch, then wandered through St. Mark's and beyond, up 5th Ave. as far as Madison Sq. Park before calling it close enough. The remainder of the afternoon was spent pretty quietly. P_t and I went down to the promenade to read, q_e chilled inside.
Dinner was a more pedestrian meal at one of the Montague bistros- mmm, spaghetti!- then off to Times Squre.
Ho-ly shit! I think I'd managed to skip Times Square on all previous adult visits. I certainly had never been at night when it's doing its Vegas impression. Not that I've been to Vegas. I gawked as one might under the circumstances. The Shubert is hosting Spamalot. It's kind of a cute and not overly huge theater. Smaller by far than the Wang, or even the Orpheum here in Boston, but much larger than the Cocteau in the Bowery. The 3 of us were rather scattered, but all 3 in orchestra rather than balcony. Without going into a blow-by-blow, I'll sum up by saying that the musical encompasses the majority of Holy Grail, plus some nods to other classic bits of Python and an oversized serving of derision to the pomp and circumstance that goes along with Broadway musicals. Alan Tudyk was playing Lancelot (and a whole bunch of other characters, like Tim the Magician) instead of Hank Azaria. Tim Curry was Arthur and David Hyde Pierce as Sir Robin (and another bunch of characters).
By intermission I had revised my original theory regarding staying after for autograph collection. Part of my aloofness to this fannish indulgence was I did not know how accessible the Stage Door would be (as it turned out extremely accessible) or the protocol for such things or the possible wait time. So, here I was frustrated with myself for not brining a single bit of Serenity swag for Alan to sign. Stooopid! Happily, the program did just fine. He was the first to come out of the Stars (mind you, not enough folk appreciated him like I did- the clapping for him was significantly less than the more established stars) However, this lack of establishment meant he signed everything offered, talked to folk, let pictures be taken, the whole nine yards. Much dithering happened on my part and I ended up being one of the last to get anything signed, however I did managed to blurt out < censored for those who haven't watched Serenity yet >, got a sympathetic hug, and then I chose to gracefully totter off before I hyperventilated. Q_e snagged an autograph as well, which was given to the even greater fangirl that is my co-worker who was a-quiver with glee at the unexpected prezzie.
I was amused to see that he's barely a few inches taller than I am, and no more, that his hair had a significant reddish hue, plus freckles- and he look so damn young!!
Both guys chuckled at my inarticulate and articulate babblings following the encounter. The tethered me so I wouldn't float off and we wandered back to the subway. By that point, all else would pale in comparison.
By the time our train arrived I was almost talking normally again and in a human register even.
We shared a train with some of the cutest teenage Orthodox skater type punks- about 5 of them probably between 13 and 15. Lots of bouncy energy, constantly fiddling with their cell phones and gossiping back and forth to each other. It was hard not to grin outright at the gawky cuteness.
Wednesday we saddled up and got back to Boston with no remarkable anything- whew. I did discover that I am more than fond of lattes, though. I had my first at Diesel not that long ago, then again on the way to the bus yesterday. Dammit!! Tasty and expensive coffee treats!
It was good to go, it was good to come back.
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Fangirl!
I have a sudden desire to watch A Knight's Tale. Hmmm, I could schlep in the rain to the Hollywood Express....
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