Wow. It only took 12 hours door to door to get from my house to our hotel in Manhattan on Wednesday. The hang up was while we were flying to JFK we had to stop at Newark to re-fuel because we were running out of fuel circling JFK waiting to land (something about fog). And silly me, I declined the gross $5 bagel sandwiched offered an hour in because it wasn’t going to be that long of a flight but after not eating for 13 hours I wish I had gotten the bagel.
But once in Manhattan Ben and I met up with Katrina and headed to Xing for dinner, then Therapy for drinks then Vlada. Here’s a photo of Vlada’s bar.
Notice the strip of snow running down the middle where you can rest your drink to ensure it stays cool.