My Trip to NYC: Gotham and Max Brenner’s

After Sweetman and I escaped Satan (shopping), we went back to our room for some respite. Ahhhh…the bed at the Intercontinental Barclay is be best described as heaven. Mmmmm….

Okay. Sweetman made dinner plans for the Gotham, located at 12 East 12th Street. One must make reservations. Their phone number is: 212-620-4020. One must also dress up for this special occasion. Hopefully, you come with the knowledge of which fork to use. It’s one of those restaurants that serves a seven courser if it’s your heart’s desire to have an all nighter, eating.

The menu.

                        The table. Needed to pack this in my suitcase, too.

               

                                                The décor.

         The bar.

                                  My dinner. Cod in Miso sauce. It literally melted in my mouth. I swear God or the Goddess is the chef here. And the servers are the angels and their minions. We had a bread boy, water boy, silverware boy, plate boy, and the head angel who took our order. I tried with all earnest efforts to talk them into coming home with me. Thought maybe they could teach my daughters a thing or two about waiting on their mom hand and foot. The only comment I got were some giggles.

Sweetman’s dinner. Lobster something, something. It looks more like tiny tropical Christmas tree.

 

 

 

Desert. Tiny. Tiny. A good, guiltless splurge.

Shelly gives the Gotham twenty stars. Everything’s way above excellent..

Our next outing was to Max Brenner’s. Well, that was the idea until we stepped into a cab. Nope. Not the Cash Cab, either. The Unknowing Cabbie, instead.

“We want to go to Max Brenner’s on second avenue,” Sweetman said.

No response.

“Second Avenue,” Sweetman repeated.

“Where you want go?” The cabbie asked.

I rolled my eyes and giggled.

“Max Brenner’s.”

“Where that?”

Sweetman muttered some Yiddish(probably some bad words) and said, “Second Avenue. You know where that is, right?”

“Yeah.”

We had to chisel his name out of him, too. Mohamed. I think he made it up, though.

Twenty minutes later we were somewhere in Chinatown. We’d passed Canal street and Soho.

“I think he’s lost,” I said. “Maybe he knows you’re Jewish and he’s working for the bad guys. We’ve been kidnapped.”

Sweetman went into Yiddish spasms.

“Just saying.”

Finally we made it.

 

As you can see, it’s rather dark in there. The ambience is great. The music is hip and loud. Young people pour into this place. Where can you go for chicken and chocolate. There’s no place like it.

Sweetman and I had fruit and cookies served with three different kinds fondues. Dark chocolate. Milk chocolate. And, caramel. Total yum. For the two of us it cost twenty-three dollars. I think I was more impressed than Sweetman. I give it at least ten stars. He gave it a thumbs down. What does he know anyway. He’s a man, and chocolate’s for girls, anyway.

You can find Max Brenner’s at, 141 2nd Avenue. Just make sure you don’t get into any cabs manned by Mohammed.

That’s all for now folks!!!! Sir Poops-A-Lot will be here on Saturday with God-knows-what, and I’ll be back next Monday. Got a crappy work schedule the rest of the week.

Happy blogging, writing, and reading!!!!

Shelly

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