On day 3, we had originally planned on getting up bright and early and going down to see the Statue of Liberty and Ellis Island. But the weather was bad that morning and we were TIRED. So we decided to derail the plans and just enjoy a day in lower Manhattan. We kicked things off at Starbucks on lower Broadway (gotta have my coffee) and walked over to Bowling Green Park to see the Charging Bull.
After a few pictures around the park, we wandered over to Battery Park to get a closer look at the Statue of Liberty and the Sphere.
Next, we hobbled (by this point, yes, we were hobbling--we walked nearly 100 blocks in two days!) back up to Ground Zero. I wanted to show Joey the inside of St. Paul's Chapel, which we were not able to get into the night before.
I was in New York in 2000, 2002, and 2004. In 2000, I went to the top of the World Trade Center. In 2002, I was at Ground Zero when there were still memorials on the ground and flowers on the fence of St. Paul's Chapel. When we went back in 2004, I knew they had moved many of the memorials inside of St. Paul's and I wanted to see if they were still there. Luckily, they were and Joey got to see them for himself. I don't care how many times you've been down there, it still gets emotional:
After spending some time in St. Paul's, we walked (again) over to South Street Seaport to get some pictures of the Brooklyn Bridge.
We contemplating taking a cab up to our next stop (Chinatown and Little Italy), but I really wanted Joey to see everything. So, on foot again, we made our way up through Tribeca and into Chinatown. Honestly? I hate Chinatown. It drives me crazy and the only real reason I wanted to go was to buy a fake purse. Which I did. :) So we didn't stay long or take many pictures. By the time we got to Little Italy, we were beat and starving. So we enjoyed a nice, long lunch at a place called Sofia's.
When lunch was over, we walked the streets of Little Italy for a while until it was time to go back to the hotel. Another quick nap and clothes change later, we headed out to the Empire Hotel for a couple of drinks at their rooftop bar.
Then? It was time for dinner. We met friends of ours at Bobby Flay's restaurant, Bar Americain. Talk about a meal. Our friends ordered "The Selection" for an appetizer: a two-tiered raw bar with clams, oysters, mussels, crawfish, crab, shrimp, and scallops.
Amazing. Our meals? Joey had the Philadelphia strip steak covered in carmelized onions and a provolone cheese sauce with sweet potatoes. I had the red snapper (Florida style) with an avocado relish and sauteed spinich. To say it was amazing is an understatement.
After dinner, I was exhausted. But our friends wanted to keep going. So we ended up at The Carnegie Club. Talk about a trip back in time. Everyone was dressed so elegantly. There was an 11-piece orchestra and a man singing (well!) Frank Sinatra songs. John Malkovich was there, and so was Big Pussy from the Sopranos. The old soul in me LOVED it. On top of this, our friend convinced Joey to drink scotch and smoke a cigar. And Joey did it!
It was a late night, but it was worth it. We had a great night and I knew we would be paying for it the next morning . . .