A few more thoughts on our NYC dining experiences
Posted by eemilla on July 15, 2013
Living in the suburbs neither of us thought we would have to figure out the best way to change a diaper in a bathroom without a changing table, because every time it has happened before we’ve just gone to the car. Riding the subway didn’t give us that option, but overall it was less terrible than I would’ve imagined it (not that I want to practice my skills anytime soon). I believe the only changing tables we encountered were in the museums; I cannot think of a single restaurant we visited that had one.
Our second delivery was Polash Indian, and it was good and cheap (less than $40 before tip for the three of us) and greasy and filling.
AperiTIVO was were we grabbed some lunch after a morning of busy sightseeing. The portions were good, and the pasta was delicious. Our server was a bit overwhelmed as she seemed to be splitting the huge dining room and patio with one other server so it took a while to order and pay, but as we were outside under the bright red umbrellas LB was more distracted and thus cooperative.
On another day of sight seeing I wanted to go to a vegan sushi restaurant fairly close by, but it ended up not having any seating aside from barstools which wouldn’t work with a toddler so we ended up not wanting to put off lunch any longer and eating at Bravo’s Pizza, and it tasted just like the crappy pizza served in every single mall in America.
Our worst experience was at John Dory Oyster Bar. My honey has a love of oysters, and it was fairly close to some sight seeing that I wanted to do and a restaurant that I thought would be more suitable for vegetarian LB & me. After one weak drink with enough ice for five more and a half dozen oysters, we were out $45 dollars. The rolls that were ordered while LB and I walked downstairs for a diaper change (in a bathroom with plenty of space for a changing table or a counter but with neither) never appeared except briefly on the bill before they were removed at my husband’s request.
After wasting almost an hour in John Dory’s LB was in no mood to find somewhere else and then sit and wait for food. We treked back to the apartment only to discover that finding delivery food in Harlem on a Sunday night after 9:30 is harder than finding it our sleepy little mountain town. The city that never sleeps my foot.