After leaving our luggage with the Pod Hotel staff, we walked to Bar Americain, one of Bobby Flay’s three New York restaurants. Before Becco, before S’MAC, before any of the places I researched when it was decided that we were coming to New York, I knew I wanted to have brunch “with” Bobby Flay. In particular, I wanted to have a biscuit at one of his establishments – those of you who have seen him make one on Iron Chef America will know why.
We had some time to kill before our 11:30am reservation, so we loitered near Times Square for a while.
“Pass the Cheer,” I say
Unfortunately, we found that the service wasn’t as attentive as what we had received at either Becco and Gramercy Tavern. Mack also wasn’t floored at the fact that his orange juice was priced at $4.50 per glass (but then again, we did find out that juice in New York was expensive, period).
The food – Mack’s omelette was essentially a baked egg dish with a fancy name, while mine was presented exactly as advertised. The biscuit was the best thing on the plate – crispy on the outside and soft and warm on the inside. The gravy was rich, and not a bad garnish on the creamy eggs, but I could have done without the meats. The ham was much too salty, and the sausage patties were tough and chewy, a result of being overcooked.
We took the “scenic route” back to our hotel – partly because we had some time but also partly because we didn’t want to leave.
In documenting my trip to New York, I have had time to think about not only what we were able to see, but to take note of what we didn’t. This exercise has brought me to the realization that we left so much untouched that I can’t quite say that we did the city justice (if one assumes that a tourist can ever really “know” a city well enough to make adequate judgments). In that regard, I see the potential of so much more of the city to discover that a return trip is not only desired, but necessary.
E.B. White, in an essay titled “Here is New York”, writes, “New York is nothing like Paris; it is nothing like London; and it is not Spokane multiplied by sixty, or Detroit multiplied by four. It is by all odds the loftiest of cities.” I have no other words.