I tackled all three iconic eateries in four hours and despite a bit of indigestion, I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. To see, taste, and experience Katz’s, The Donut Plant and Grimaldi’s Brooklyn in one 4 hour stroll will go down as one of the finest/craziest food related experiences of my life. Later that day we caught a cab to the East Village and hung out with our friends John and Deena. They have a beautiful new construction one bedroom apartment on 11th street and a kick ass part time dog named Kozmo who entertained us for while before and after our tour. I’ve been stewing lately about the renewal price on my sweet Chitown apartment but after hearing a bit about NYC rental rates from our friends I’m feeling pretty good!
John led us on a walking tour of the East Village in the early evening that was spectacular. Our first stop was McSorley’s Ale House which is self-heralded as the city’s oldest bar. I’m not sure if it is or not, but it certainly looks like it. From the faded, smoke-stained pictures to the dusty wishbones to the unmatched smell, McSorley’s is a sensory experience in every possible way. They serve two things there and two things only. Light beer and dark beer and they serve them two at a time. Some people drink them two or even three at a time in what amounts to be a bizarre demonstration of human skill or stupidity or possibly both.
We meandered the streets with additional stops including but not limited to:
A wine bar with free apps where we might accidentally have consumed two bottles of Gavi
A place called South Brooklyn Pizza Company for yet another heavenly slice
A 2 star Michelin restaurant called Ko just to mess with the Maitre D (more later)
When it was all said and done I figured for the day we had walked about 7 miles, consumed in excess of 10,000 calories and 400 grams of fat and had a ridiculous amount of fun. After a brief return visit to the swank East Village apartment we caught a cab back to our midtown hotel and just to be sure that we ended the day in an appropriate manner we went out so I could savor the few last moments of the trip… and a cheeseburger. Oy! Christiana, on the other hand, wisely choose a spinach salad. We sat at the corner of the bar watching the New England Patriots demystify Tim Tebow, shared memories of the amazing three days in NYC, and made a pact to return before the year’s end. Currently I’m building a strategy for the Man vs. Food NYC Part 2 which in its early stages may look like Chinatown, the Falafel truck, and Little Italy. It’s just a rough draft though. Somebody pass the Tums, please!