Our next day started at Chelsea Market because my partner knew that we could find some good eats there. And we did!
Spoiler alert.
We wandered the halls looking at the various stalls. We saw everything from BBQ to Japanese to Italian specialty grocery stores. But we settled on a more traditional breakfast spot that offered both bakery items and meals.
I went with French toast, and my partner chose eggs Benedict. Or at least I think that’s what’s pictured. I don’t know eggs. I hate eggs. I’ll eat them when they’re IN something like a cookie or bread, but I cannot eat plain eggs. It’s the smell, the texture, and really every bit of them that I despise. Don’t get me started on hard-boiled eggs! The sheer audacity of some people to eat those in public. Shame!
But enough about eggs!
The food was delicious. And after eating a ton of calories, we knew it was time to walk.
We had a show we were trying to get to, and we had plenty of time to walk there. We hopped on the High Line and took in a different view of New York City. So often, the sights we see are from the street level or above the buildings.
Welcome to a new perspective.
The High Line is built on an old, elevated rail line. And it operates as a single, long park that can be enjoyed year-round.
Being above the street and just below the buildings is a terrific way to experience the city. You walk by businesses and apartments at their level. Not often can you do that.
Walking in any major city would involve multiple interruptions. Stop lights, stop signs, and traffic in general would slow your sauntering. But when you are above it all and a couple of floors above the ground, you can walk to your heart’s content.
There are a ton of funky, amazing, and wonderfully designed buildings along this walk. I’m not I.M. Pei, but I can appreciate interesting and thoughtfully designed buildings.
The end of the road brought us to a honeycomb-like structure called “Vessel.” It’s in the Hudson Yards neighborhood and right next to a mall. A mall where we hurried inside because it was starting to rain harder than the modest drizzle we had experienced earlier on our walk. My partner is not so fond of heights, so that was another reason we went inside. No reason to tempt the fears by climbing up an M.C. Escher-like set of stairs.
From there, it was about a half-hour walk to the theatre where we would see Hadestown. My thoughts on that show have been well documented. If you missed it, I’m not a fan.
After the show, we found B-Side Pizza Bar. It did exactly what we wanted. Served us delicious pizza. Excuse the blurry photo below. We were hungry and only took a photo midway through our meal. Take our, and my, word for it. It’s good.
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