It’s a year since our Big Trip to New York, possibly our last family holiday. Possibly our last foreign holiday, come to that.
Some readers insist on maps showing my destinations. So here’s America, just below Canada.
We’d had to cancel our US trip the previous Autumn after the Primera collapse, and I’m glad we didn’t wait any longer to try again.
A first trip to NY, NY had been high on the bucket list, just below the Scotch pie at Arbroath.
Grief, New York in June was busy. How could you possibly keep 2m distance ?
I want pubs back, but Clumsy retiredmartin is the last person you want to be in a pub with observing social distancing rules.
Last year in the Metropolitan Museum of Art I stepped on the rope and very nearly sent the planets flying.
Would you trust a man who accidentally destroys planets with your ropes in a pub ?
Frankly, all the best pubs are shoulder to shoulder, even when you’re sitting. That applies as much in Cambridge as London and New York.
I didn’t make it into Jack Dempseys near the Empire State, but I bet that’s going to have a challenge.
But we did make the Ear.
No greeters. No arrows. Tables you can sit at and just drink. Mexicans in hats. Screaming babies. Millennials drinking mineral water. And ears.
Oh. And Bass.
Not, y’know, REAL Bass.
But good enough. A bit like the chicken biryani from the carts on Wall Street.
I’d go back tomorrow, if it was the same as it was last year. Here’s hoping it will be again.