When I was growing up, going into Manhattan from Brooklyn meant one of two things: Chinatown (every Sunday for dinner), or “Uptown”.
My dad worked in advertising in midtown and I loved walking around the neighborhood that comprised Rockefeller Center, St. Patrick’s Cathedral and Saks Fifth Avenue.
Back then there was no Soho. No Tribeca. No DUMBO. The “city” was in those magical blocks, with the tall, sleek buildings, grand lobbies and modern pocket parks.
The city has changed so much since I was that little girl, and the only time I find myself “uptown” is en route to someplace else. Until about a year ago, when Mike and I had to be in Rockefeller Center – we spent about an hour walking around the area and I found myself overcome with nostalgia. I made a promise to myself to come back and spend the day, and did just that recently (click the links to learn more about a particular spot).
And while I wouldn’t exactly call it a “destination”, if you’re a fan of the “Mad Men” aesthetic these blocks will transport you back to a time when the men wore hats and the women wore gloves and stockings.
I also took advantage of being in midtown to finally get to Burger Joint – a “hidden” eatery tucked behind a velvet curtain in the uber-fancy lobby of the Parker Meridian. The menu is limited, and the decor? Gritty.
You don’t even get a plate. But my burger and fries were just right, the Stones were playing and I thoroughly enjoyed the vibe. Get yourself there if you can; it’s something a little different…..
Mike teases me for never wanting anything to change. And I admit that my nostalgia for things can skew my objectivity somewhat. But it was pretty wonderful to be able to stroll around a part of the city that felt much like it did decades ago.
I really do heart New York….