when you sit at a lunchroom counter, on chairs that swirl around, it's hard not to go back to the basics like butter and cream. you catch yourself shoveling oyster crackers into your mouth and taking the extras home in your purse. it's a place to eat everything and ask for more. and to realize that hotels have gyms for a reason.
our (very) late lunch was at the oyster bar in grand central station and it was good. an oyster po-boy and a very creamy, savory clam soup. we ate both quickly and happily. but left room for dessert.
we found our dessert at ciao bella gelato and i have no photos of it. in fact there's nothing left. but it was amazing. even stefano had to let out a lilttle moan. you wouldn't think that a train station could have something so good: hot chocolate with a scoop of hazelnut gelato bobbing in it and melting into every sip.
get one and drink it now. and then people watch.
be sure to eye the girls who run in packs - they have artificially puffy lips that are glossed to a high shine and wear very tight clothes. i think they want to be models, or are just very hungry. there are also more than a few people talking to themselves, many in other languages. and then there are people like us, walking too slowly, staring too long, and basically enjoying our time here while it lasts.
cause tomorrow we move to italy.
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