I couldn't believe I heard it, but those words were exactly what I heard whilst walking up First avenue after leaving Kat's Deli, which itself was like stepping into some kind of tangent universe. It was after all none other than the set of that bit in 'When Harry Met Sally' where Meg Ryan does the orgasm thing.
Yesterday was pretty hard work to be honest. A hangover is one thing, but feeling as fragile as I did in the middle of NYC is quite another. We started off the day by catching the tour-bus to Battery Park and then the ferry to Liberty Island. Yes, the statue is a tad smaller than you'd expect after the sheer size of all the Skyscrapers we'd been walking around so far, but it is still big, and a wondrous sight to behold. We got off the ferry and wandered around the island a bit, but since we hadn't paid in advance to walk around the pedestal (I don't think you can go up in the statue itself anymore) we decided to head back to Manhattan after about an hour.
Having disembarked the perilous exit ramp of the ferry, we headed towards the site of the former-world trade center, passing a large somewhat-ruined-looking sculpture (which it turns out was salvaged for the wreckage of the Twin Towers) There's not a lot to see really, it's just a building site now. But there was a fairly enlightning September 11th timeline and some really excellent photography, not to mention information and illustrations of the new World Trade Center which will supposedly be completed by 2012. It all made me feel a bit sad to be honest. I had myself a bit of a blub and everything...
We walk back to battery Park to get the Tour bus back uptown. We go through Chinatown and Little Italy AGAIN, but it's a slightly more educational experience this time thanks to our handy tour guide. Before we get off outside the UN building and walk the few blocks back to hotel, we're stuck in traffic for a while, held up by a large public demonstration promenading it's way through the streets. Apparently, it's to do with the rather appaling housing situation in NYC.
Hangovers subsiding, we eventually head out to eat at about 8pm and find ourselves at Katz's Deli. It's a weird old place and it stinks of pickles. You get a ticket on your way in, choose your food (They cut off some meat for you to try before they make your sandwich). I went for Brisket of Beef and then immediately regretted it about halfway thru. I mean, I LOVE beef, but there's something wrong about that much meat in one sandwich. Suffice to say, I couldn't finish it.
I have never felt further away from home...
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