My wife and I decided to take advantage of a last minute invitation to New York City this weekend. You can read about how it came about here, but we found out about it on Thursday and left Friday at 6am. It was unexpected, random and absolutely worth it.
I live in Kent, which is southeast of Cleveland. I never knew how easy it was to get to NYC from here. It’s literally 6.5 hours of the easiest drive you will ever make. I mean it’s a straight shot.
We drove into Newark, NJ and parked our car across the street from Penn Station, we then took the train to Penn Station in Manhattan (located under Madison Square Garden).
Our AirBnB apartment was in the East Village on E. 12th in between 1st Ave. and Avenue A. It was a cool little two bedroom with a dope rooftop.
We were the last to arrive and everyone else was already knocking them down, so I had some catching up to do. We met them at McSorley’s Irish Pub, which is the oldest Irish Pub in the United States. It’s also one of the most fun. We slammed back about five quick mugs and a burger on the same hallowed grounds where Honest Abe and TeddyRoosevelt once knocked one back.
After McSorley’s we headed to a German spot for a few more ales. We had another great meal at a little bar called Paddy’s that night. I had the wings.
One of the things I really enjoy about big cities are the bartenders and NYC has some of the best in the world. Huge different from the dudes in the college bars here in Kent. Truly masters of their craft.
We pretty much called it a night at that point since everyone was pretty smashed and exhausted from traveling all day.
Saturday and Sunday were packed days so I’ll write about each day separately. And also because I need blog topics for the next few days.