Alexander doesn’t want to go
“all the way to Chelsea” for dinner. But
I have a Groupon for a restaurant there, and it’s expiring soon. The enticement of lobster sliders isn’t even
enough to make him want to go.
“Are you sure you want to
eat that far away?” he asks me more than once.
And more than once I respond that I do.
We decide on an early meal and leave around 5:45. It should take about a half hour or so to get
to where we are going, 26th Street near Seventh Avenue.
We take the 79th
street crosstown bus to the subway.
AFTER we pay we see that the downtown subways are not working. That translates to our now having to take a subway uptown, to 125th
Street, in order to get a downtown train.
That’s 46 blocks in the wrong direction north, and then another 46
blocks back. Our 30-minute trip turns
into an hour and thirty minutes. The
ensuing conversation is easy to imagine.
But fortunately, The
Ainsworth is a great little place. Nice
décor (lots of wood paneling and high ceilings), the waitress is perfect, and
the food is worth going back for. It’s
basically a sports bar, with huge TV screens everywhere. It’d be a great place to come to watch the
Super Bowl. But then of course it would
be more crowded. Tonight it is pretty
empty.
It’s a beautiful night and
we walk halfway home.
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