Up we got, there were things to do!
We headed down the street to a bodega for breakfast. 47 Gourmet Deli delivered a scramble with chorizo to the Mr, a sub with various deli meats and plenty of vinegar and white pepper to the Mrs, and a box of cereal and milk to the Miss, who also profited off the other meals on the table. The deli owner was most concerned about our original choice of cereal, saying it would be too hard for Greta's little teeth - everyone seems to be amazingly accommodating to kids here, even in the middle of the worst of the action.
Back around the block, and we then moved hotels because NYC is expensive and without a black Amex and trust fund one is at the mercy of Trivago deals, which is why we moved to the Times Square Hilton for a $200-ish pre-booked special for the last night of our trip. We only had to wheel our bags around the corner, which was convenient, and there were hot chocolate cookies to make up for the police packing heat in the lifts.
And this is where today became a tale of two cities, as Mama and Greta, and Papa, headed off on their own adventures!
Scott had but one plan for the day, and that was to secure tickets to an afternoon show of The Book of Mormon through the TKTS lottery. So that is what he did.
|Step 1: Locate TKTS Steps|
|Step 2: Acquire Lottery Entry Form.|
|Step 3: Profit (this was actually later in the afternoon but hey)|
And what did Mama and Greta do?
First, they went and had a look at the (yet to be unpacked) Rockefeller Centre Christmas tree and ice rink (tree in scaffolding behind them).
Then, they did a little of their own ticket acquisition. After all, it was nearly, Christmas, and they were in NYC, so...
|GUESS WHAT WE'RE GOING TO DO LATER THIS EVENING?!|
|Three of your finest tickets, please. And by finest we mean the cheapest nosebleed seats you have, in case Greta decides she actually doesn't want to go through with this plan and we need to leave halfway through.|
Then they ventured down the road a little more, and found themselves at American Girl
. What did they do in this rampant castle of consumerism, you may ask? Well, they *could* have gone for morning tea if they had been better organised, but given that the cafe was full, instead they played with some dolls and chose one to take home as a special souvenir of the trip.
|Step 1: Play with the dolls.|
Step three, which involved dropping the doll in a puddle in the Central Park Children's Zoo, came later.
Meanwhile, Papa found himself with time to spare between Book of Mormon ticket acquisition and Book of Mormon ticket presentation. After her exciting morning choosing dolls and tickets, Mama found Greta asleep in her stroller. So the family was briefly reunited, and what better place to visit with an unwakeable toddler than Xian Famous Foods
|We had been wanting to try the lamb noodles since seeing them eaten at the original restaurant on Bourdain.|
|Cooling cucumber and by cooling we mean it also has chilli in it.|
After lunch, Scott headed off to see his musical properly. Mama and Greta actioned pumpkin spice latte and cream cheese bagel at Starbucks (the former, deemed horrible by Mama, the latter, demolished by Greta), and then walked up to Central Park to visit the Children's Zoo.
|AND DO A RETAIL JUST KIDDING PAPA WE ALREADY SPENT ALL YOUR MONEY AT AMERICAN GIRL.|
Into the Zoo, which was small but impressive. Greta wanted to walk, which made wrangling the stroller solo extra exciting, especially when her new doll ended up in a puddle and she refused to put her shoes back on. But all was not lost, because...
Those bears were huge and amazing and that's all we have to say about that.
We walked back to the hotel, only to almost immediately turn back around to head back to Radio City to meet Papa in the line for...
Turns out Mama doesn't actually hate musicals after all, and after hearing about Papa's day on the way back to the Hilton pretty much decided that she will do a week of musicals and jazz clubs next time they return to NYC instead of a darn marathon. Greta had a pretty good time too, only wiggling around towards the end of the show!
After walking back to the hotel Papa headed out again on a milk and dinner run. Milk was more difficult to acquire than dinner, and possibly a better choice than the takeaway four cheese ziti from Olive Garden
that Mama had been craving since before they arrived in the USA. Lucky Papa also brought home a haul of White Castle for Mama to steal...
Carbed and cultured out, everyone to bed!