I love that episode of The Office where the entire staff is psyched for Pretzel Day. Basically, one day a year a local restaurant visits the Dunder Mifflin office and gives out free soft pretzels—complete with a ton of toppings options. My coworkers and I have our own version of Pretzel Day in the form of Mad. Sq. Eats, which takes place in the spring and fall.
This past Friday, I went on a walking tour of Times Square. I have to admit, as a local, this is an area I don’t find myself in too often; however, there’s a lot to be said for “The Crossroads of the World,” including incredible shopping, dining and entertainment around every corner. On Friday, I got to step into the past with The Times Square History Tour, presented by Manhattan Walking Tour.
Last night, I saw a preview of Motown the Musical at the Nederlander Theatre (Its permanent home, when it opens in March, will be the Lunt-Fontanne Theatre). When I was a little kid, my mom would play Diana Ross and The Supremes practically on a loop, so Motown’s greatest hits was basically the soundtrack of my youth.
Yesterday afternoon, I went to the Museum of Sex. Ok, I will briefly pause so you can get your giggling out of the way…ready? The entrance to the museum looks like a hip novelty store, and En Vogue’s “Don’t Let Go” was blasting from the sound system. The only difference? Instead of comic books, PEZ dispensers and other novelty items on display, tables and shelves are filled with almost any and every erotic pleasure you can think of: whips, feathers, vibrators, literotica (for those Fifty Shades of Grey fans out there), the list goes on and on.
This morning I found myself thinking about cheese—probably because I recently read a post on our sister blog, The Editor Is In, which was all about this delectable dairy staple. I started to think about my favorite foods that put the spotlight on cheese—grilled cheese, pizza; the list goes on and on.
A few months ago, I went to a bar in Williamsburg, Brooklyn with a few friends. I wasn’t familiar with the establishment, so when I was told the name a few days prior to going—it’s Barcade® by the way—I didn’t really think anything of it.
A few years ago I went on a chartered cruise with the company I worked for at the time. The affair was essentially our summer office party. Since it ended in the early afternoon, and we weren’t required to go back to work, several of us decided we should continue the party at a restaurant or bar. The problem? None of us were too familiar with this part of Manhattan (Midtown West in the Eighth to 11th Ave. area).
Last night, I went to a taping of The Maury Show in Stamford, Connecticut. I always wanted to go, so I finally decided to go online and apply for tickets. The tickets are free, but you have to just wait and see when a date becomes available for a taping—usually you find out a few months after you apply.
Concierges are, by nature, multi taskers. I mean, think about it. While they are helping one guest get Broadway tickets, they might also be in the midst of arranging for a personal shopper for another and snagging hard-to-get dinner reservations for a third. That’s a lot of balls to juggle, right?