While interning, I quickly learned that New Yorkers love their summer vacations. Families flee to the Jersey Shore every weekend; most companies honor “summer Fridays,” which entails reduced or no work on Fridays in the summer; many local joints would struggle if not for the dependable patronage of tourists.
In a city of over 8 million residents, I more than understand that sometimes all one can do to stay sane is GET OUT.
And yet, I remained captive of my internship and of New York City for the entire summer. I did not leave the city limites for three and a half months. As Midwesterner who grew up footsteps from a lake or a thick forest, it was one of the hardest things I have ever done. I often sought refuge in the not-really-nature of Central Park, and the crowded-but-still-natural shores of Rockaway and Coney Island beaches. I learned to tune out all noise on demand, no matter the decibel (or at least, I tried), and found my little box of a silent apartment something of a chapel.
But last week, the first week of fall, I finally got to take a “summer vacation” of my own. My mom and I took a road trip up the Atlantic Coast to the nippy, quiet, and lush wilderness of Acadia National Park in Maine. The change of scenery fed my soul big time.
I also fed myself big time with food. I mean, vacation always equals indulgent eating, right?
The vacation started with a splurge on a three course dinner in New York City, and ended a week later with my the first-ever take-out meal back in New York City. We really ate through the spectrum of tasty in between — think seafood, local brews, ice cream — but these edible “bookends” to my vacation were two of my favorite “I-don’t-care-I’m-on-holiday-and-I’ll-eat-whatever-I-want” meals.
Three Course Prix Fixe Menu at Lincoln Ristorante
Wine: Our request: an (affordable) bottle of delicious, dry red wine. What the sommelier brought us: Metalfco Rosso. Yes, it was dry, red, and most definitely delicious.
Course 1: Burrata salad with greenmarket tomatoes and basil seeds. Holy fabulous; I freaking love burrata.
Course 2: Milk-fed pork shoulder ravioli. I was once again craving meat, and this was quite the heavenly craving satisfier.
Course 3: Sheep’s milk ricotta cheesecake. Sheep, I love you! Cheesecake, I love you, too! And still, I will never forget the goat cheesecake I ate at L’Etoile.
For being my second official fine dining experience, I can’t judge much besides how easy the experience was, and how satisfied I was from the first bite to the last crumb of our mignardises. I couldn’t have asked for a more exciting foodie start to our vacation.
Build-Your-Own Burger from Just Burgers
I realized tonight as I gazed longingly into Just Burger as I strolled past if for the 479th time on my way home from the subway that I had never done the thing I once presumed all New Yorkers did on a nightly basis: order take-out. I decided tonight I would order take-out in honor of being back in New York City after a week away. But mostly, I just wanted a burger. And we all know how rarely I crave burgers. When I learned that Just Burgers uses grass-fed, antibiotic free, local meats, I was sold on a turkey burger with chipotle aioli. Good choice, Ruthie.
New York City, it’s just you, me, and your manmade, people-ridden “nature” again until Thanksgiving. And somehow, I can’t hate you for it, because you’re New York City, after all. Beautiful New. York. City.