I totally understand all the hate directed at the MTA. There are times I want to scream at the top of my lungs and times when I want to go postal on their greedy asses. I mean, how can they always boast record ridership yet always report that they are deeply in debt and need to cut services? It’s very shady that they never fully open their real books for all to see. The mismanagement is rampant, and they are too top heavy with higher level execs and not enough workers in the trenches. The MTA are the keystone cops of transportation. (this is all just my personal opinion, but also the same as many others in NYC I’m sure)
That all being said I must admit that I love riding this subway system. Sure, there are delays at times, and the trains during rush hours can be very crowded (especially along the 4,5,6 lines), and many of the stations are dirty and now unmanned. Still, it is the largest subway system in the world that runs 24/7 and can basically take you anywhere with the swipe of a Metrocard. I have taken these trains everywhere and there are just a ridiculous amount of stops throughout the boroughs to explore. As it’s over 100 years old constant maintenance has to be performed and there is no way around that. At least many of the subway cars are newer and I love the cold AC that many provide during the hot summer. These newer cars are also brighter and cleaner. Damn, I remember the old “red-bird” cars and those were sweaty hunks of junk. Continue reading The MTA is the STD of NYC. No cure but we must live with it!→
Sometimes we just want to escape the city for a day, or take a weekend getaway. Many people don’t realize there are quick day trips that can be made using Amtrak or the Metro North railroad. One of these is Tarrytown which is also known as Sleepy Hallow. It’s only around a 45 minute ride a bit north of NYC. The train fare is affordable, there are many things to see and do in the area, good places to eat, and you really don’t need a car to get around as there is a local taxi service to use.
I recently watched a series on the History Channel titled “The Men Who Built America“. It was a facinating look at the powerful men of the industrial age of this country who forged companies that became behemoths, monopolies, and made them wealthy beyond comprehension. Sure, none of these men were saints, and all were cut-throat, but they helped America become the world’s premier industrialized nation at the time. One of these men was John D. Rockefeller and his amazing family estate is open for tours. Continue reading Looking for something to do near NYC? A quick day trip to Tarrytown.→
There are many spots in NYC that can be described as a guilty pleasure. I have made it a mission to experience as many as I can. My taste buds love it, while my waist line, liver, and arteries hate me. Being a foodie one can describe NYC as living in gastronomical orgasmic bliss. This is my taste adventure at Clinton St. Baking Company not too long ago.
The pancake and sugar cured bacon orgy is beyond gluttonous belief!
It makes life worth living. It makes rainbows in the sky. It’s better than puppies and kittens. I want to bath in it. I want to make love to it. I actually shed a tear when I finished eating it.
So much has been written and reviewed about Clinton St. Baking Company, and much of the praise is highly deserved, along with the lambasting of the dreaded long lines and eternal wait to finally get a seat in this place. I thought I would be smart and go here on Wednesday late afternoon on my vacation during Christmas week. Alas, the line gods were kind to us and we only had to wait about 30 minutes before scoring a table around 3PM. The waiter handed us a menu, but I laughed and scoffed at this feeble attempt to persuade me to veer off my mission of the one thing that is a must-order when visiting this establishment for the first time –
I really think we are getting punked by the groundhog. Someone put him up to this. He is getting paid off. There must be some incriminating pictures floating around out there of him and the Easter Bunny or something. He really can’t be frickin’ serious about this can he? I mean, he proclaimed that spring was coming early. Old Man Winter was packing up and heading out on a long vacation. I am waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out laughing and telling all of us in the Northeast that he punked us.