OK, so it’s true, New York City is a gastronomical delight. People really do eat their way through the Big Apple. I’m sure part of the reason is because they can…they can have food of any ethnicity, any price and at any hour. Once we finally made it here, we were 3 hours later than our scheduled arrival time, which put us at our hotel just before 2 a.m. We were hungry…or maybe a better word is ravenous. Just our luck, there was a Korean restaurant around the corner. And it was delicious. There’s something about eating in a place like that at 2 a.m. that is just cool. Not to be had at home unless it’s a 24-hour pancake joint. Whoopie. Only 12 hours later we found ourselves lunching on a succulent seared scallop in blood orange sauce (shown above) at the Market Table in the Village for lunch. The next day we found the Cookshop in Chelsea, and a delicious parsnip soup (I’ll take that with deviled eggs, please!).
In between bites at the Market Table and the Cookshop, walks through the neighborhoods presented opportunities to take part in another one of my delights, photography. There’s nothing like immersing oneself into the moment of one’s surroundings. Subtle scenes that might go unnoticed by most during the hubbub of day-to-day activities always emerge during this peculiar state of consciousness. Think about it…no two people hunting for scenes to capture in the same moment of consciousness would capture the same as the other in his/her viewfinder (whoa!). Check out the Shadow and City series.