|Pelham Bay Park in the Bronx–by Bogdan Migulski via Flickr|
I traveled to the Bronx for an appointment this morning. Rather than brave the subway, I drove instead. Taking the subway to the Bronx is not entirely foreign to me. I’ve made the trip before and it was pretty straightforward. This just seemed easier today. The Bronx gets a bum rap, but there are some beautiful areas in this borough. I know quite a few people who live there and love it, so I definitely recommend a visit.
On the way, the silly GPS lady took me the absolute worst route imaginable–125th Street. 125th is in the heart of Harlem. There is always mad traffic on this street and way too much activity for a pleasant drive. However, driving anywhere in New York City is not pleasant.
Anyhow, I somewhat enjoyed the drive through Central Harlem, over the bridge and into the Bronx. On the return trip, I managed to navigate through Spanish Harlem (much to the dismay of the lady who suggested another route), and then cross Central Park at 96th Street to return to the Upper West Side.
It was quite the tour. Although these neighborhoods are somewhat gentrified, it is refreshing to see that they have not lost their roots. The culture in an area like East Harlem contributes to the overall diversity and personality of New York. I hope this will remain.
Soon enough we were back at Lincoln Center and swiftly parked the car. We looked at each other and realized that we were starving. Lucky for us, we happened to be a hop skip and a jump from Bar Boulud. Daniel Boulud is a world-renowned chef with multiple restaurants in Manhattan. Today was my first time savoring his unique and creative dishes.
The first course was a chilled beet soup with dill creme fraiche and pumpernickel croutons, followed by tagliatelle with rock shrimp, tarragon and heirloom tomatoes. Dessert was a grapefruit tart with blueberry compote, and lime coulis. We sat outside and enjoyed the sounds and bustle of the city. With moderate temps, it wasn’t too hot for outdoor dining today. The best part about eating French food is the decadence minus the large American portion size. Perhaps this is really the reason why “French Women Don’t Get Fat.”
|Grapefruit Tart at Bar Boulud|
From Harlem to the Bronx and Bar Boulud as the finale, today was the quintessential New York experience and a perfect Friday.
|Alice Tully Hall at night –by Lauren Manning via Flickr|