We got up pretty early and went to Grand Central Station just a couple of blocks away to get coffee. I had read that “Joe and the art of Coffee” is one of the best and I’d have to agree—even though they put a bit more milk into my macchiato than I like—the coffee was very good!
From there we went to the MOMA. We didn’t have to wait on line because I bought the tickets on line that morning. We started on the 5th floor to see the permanent collection. This was of experiencing art is a little crazy to me. There’s SO much to see! IT makes it hard to really experience anything but overload. What’s even more confounding is the folks who walk up to the Van Goghs, Picassos or the big Jackson Pollack, take a quick photograph and move on.
I most enjoyed the famous Marc Chagall Village painting and an abstract series of 4 Kandinskys. There is just too much!

We went up to Vicki’s office and hung out there for a while until she could leave for lunch. Here’s the view from her office window:

We found Ken some really great noodles this time at Menchenko on 55th street.

Vicki and I shared some stir fried noodle with seafood and fish balls which came with their own delicious broth. The place was packed but we didn’t have to wait very long since we came in at 1:30. After lunch we went to Zibetto for a quick espresso—the place is very Italian but I think the coffee was really better at Joes.
Next we walked into Central Park for a little stroll. It was really too cold in the shade for us so we didn’t stay long.


We walked back along 5th Ave, stopping into H&M for a bit of shopping.
Came back to our quirky room at the Andaz and had a nice rest before dinner. I took some more photos out our window, looking out at 41st Street.


We walked from here to Eleven Madison Park—straight down Madison Ave. The meal will have to have its own blog post. I took a few notes so maybe I will remember all the courses and treats.
It remains my favorite restaurant in the world. I can’t imagine any trip to the city without a dinner there.
We walked back—it seemed so much shorter than the going—flopped into the bed and went to sleep.