Tag Archives: Upper West Side

Follow the crowd

If you were looking for me today, you just had to follow the line.

It stretched all the way from Stoopher & Boots at 79th and Amsterdam, around the corner, and back to Columbus.

I was at the end of that line, but all the kids and moms and dads weren’t waiting to see me.

Dance Moms was in the house.

Mom Melissa and dancer daughters Maddie and Mackenzie made an appearance to help raise money for the Starlight Foundation.  For over eight hours, they signed autographs, took pictures and chatted with adoring — sometimes crying, they were so excited – fans.

I was helping out in the store, but — full disclosure — I watch Dance Moms, too.  And I thoroughly enjoyed having a front row seat for all the excitement.

Wonder if they are as tired as I am?

Judgers judgers judgers

They say you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but I’m not so sure –

I discovered another great restaurant in New York City, and it was the storefront that lured me in.

I walked past Jacob’s Pickles for the first time a couple of weeks ago running errands in my neighborhood.  The name caught my eye, then the decor.

Heck, if I could live in the space, I would.

Sunday a friend and I tried our their brunch.  Turns out Jacob does a mean biscuits and gravy…and we’re talking spicy sausage gravy.

My cousin Carol would be proud.

The entire menu looks great.  We are gonna hit it again at dinnertime and try the fried pickles and other savory items.  The bar selection is interesting, too.

See?  It pays to be shallow.

Plastic people

It’s been bitterly cold in NYC the past few days, and in the family-friendly Upper West Side, this has been a common sight:

The plastic-covered baby carriage

On an intellectual level, I realize the plastic covers serve a useful purpose, shielding the child inside from the cold, snow and rain.

But my claustrophobic mind registers only one panicked thought…

He’s smothering!  Get that poor kid out of there!!

Sorry.  All better now.

It does makes me wonder — would my fear of small spaces have been averted if my mother had used such a baby carriage when I was young?  Will children today whose mothers use such contraptions have less of a chance of developing claustrophobia?

For their sake, I hope so.

Some good should come out of being publicly shrink-wrapped.

A robot’s tale

I met a robot in my neighborhood.

image He’s a nightlight for sale at my friend Stephanie’s shop, Stoopher & Boots.

Every time I have seen him, I couldn’t look away. (We don’t get a lot of his kind on the Upper West Side.)

Then I started hearing a sound when I was near him…a soft chant. “Milo. Milo.” (He’s a friend of mine — the baby boy variety – who has a particular interest in the ‘bots.)

He needed that robot nightlight.  So after a quick consultation with his parental units, it was soon on its way to Milo’s robot-themed bedroom in sunny Los Angeles.

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Look at it — sitting in his room, like it was made for the place.

It’s almost an exact match to the robot in the print on the wall!

How a’bot that?

Candymegeddon

When folks come to New York City, they ask me two questions:

  1. Where should we eat?
  2. What should we see?

Not simple questions to answer in a city that has everything.

One of my favorite places — that I am happy to report is over on the East Side and requires a bit of effort on my part to visit — is Dylan’s Candy Bar.

Across from Bloomingdale’s, Dylan’s is every kid’s dream candy store…and every adult-who-still-loves-candy-a-bit-too-much-for-their-own-good’s personal challenge.

I usually don’t go unless I am with company sightseeing. (Then I have an excuse.)

NEWSFLASH — rumor has it a new Dylan’s location is opening in my neighborhood on the Upper West Side, just three blocks from my apartment.  Now, I could dismiss this as hearsay, but all of the stores in that block — save one — have closed of late, leaving space for what would be a huge sweet shoppe.

Sweet Jesus.

Funniest thing…

You can take a UK Wildcat out of Kentucky…

…but would you expect to find three in the same New York City block?

ME EITHER!!

Last night Rory Dog and I were taking our evening walk around my neighborhood on the Upper West Side.  This always includes a stop at Canine Country Club, a dog store literally around the corner from my apartment.  I gossip with my friends who work there, and Rory gets a treat.

Everybody wins.

A new guy joined the staff there a couple of weeks ago, and he and Rory have become best buds.  Last night he was wearing — wait for it — a UK shirt.  This is not something I see very often in New York City (unless I’m the one wearing it), so I had to ask.

Turns out he graduated from UK last year… lived in Kentucky for several years, too.  So for the next 30 minutes, we totally geeked out Kentucky-style, talking about UK, Lexington and all things Southern that we miss.  Our New York friends just shook their heads.

And while we’re chatting, who walks in?  Another UK graduate who lives in the hood!

Whackadoodle.

Since UK played Notre Dame last night — and beat them handily, I might add — I think the planets aligned to make that happen.  Gotta gather the UK faithful for a big game, no matter where they live.

GO BIG BLUE!

Did you hear…

Last night I had dinner with a friend at the Pier 1 Cafe, an outdoor eatery on the Hudson River at 70th Street in Manhattan.  The weather was perfect, so it was a great evening to sit outside with the dogs and enjoy the view of the Jersey skyline.

On the walk back uptown, we were laughing at the snippets of conversation we overheard from passersby — everything from one man’s recitation of his daily pill intake to a teenager’s repeated, “So, what are we gonna do now, huh?  Huh?” to his rather bored looking girlfriend.

(We weren’t eavesdropping; they were just talking really loud.)

That’s when my friend told me about a website called OverheardinNewYork.com — a compilation of conversation overheard in New York City and beyond that is posted online for everyone to enjoy.

These hilarious gems are submitted by everyday folks; the website editors put them into categories — heard in the office, the beach, New York City, celebrity wit, and everywhere (as in everywhere else) — and then give them snarky headlines.  They let site visitors get in on the fun, too, with regular contests where you can submit your headline ideas.  Winners receive copies of the book Overheard in New York.  (Yes, there’s a book, too.)

Here are a few you might enjoy:

Mom to daughter, wandering off: No, come back here, I don’t want to lose you in the store. I already lost one of my kids that way, and that’s enough.

Wife: You’re so grim!
Husband: You made me grim.
Wife: Did I make you grim?
Husband: I’m not grim.

Girl: I’m so glad I don’t work nine to five.
Friend: So, when do you work?
Girl: Eight to four thirty.

Silly, right?  But if nothing else, regular visits to the website will make you feel smarter.

Enjoy!

Softer side

During a marathon errand-running session on Saturday, I stopped at my new favorite gift shop, Stoopher and Boots, located at 79th and Amsterdam on New York’s Upper West Side.

My friend Stephanie has an amazing array of eclectic gifts for kids, dogs, adults too. While I was checking out the latest finds — because there is always something new and fun every time I go in — she handed me one of the new baby bibs she has in stock.

Now, I wasn’t really looking for one at the current moment. But one touch and, man, I almost bought one just to put on my pillow. It was the softest thing I have ever felt in my life.

Which begs the question: why are all the softest things reserved for babies?

I agree that newborns deserve the best of the best after their shock of a delivery into this world.  Babies are cute as a bug, so why would you not give them cushy comfort?

But, be honest:  do you have any memories of those early days?  Wouldn’t some softness now have a tremendous impact on your quality of life?  We’ve been through hell to get to our current age — don’t we deserve that same softness, if not more?

But no…we drape ourselves in rough, ‘natural’ fibers and exfoliate our bodies down to the bone with sand, pumice and stone.

Why can’t we just give ourselves a break once in a while…and strap on a super-soft bib?

Hands down

When you think ‘New York City,’ you think expensive.  But there is one thing you can buy in my adopted hometown cheaper than anywhere else I’ve traveled…

…and that’s a manicure.

It’s true.  The nail salons in Manhattan, with their mani/pedi specials, have ruined me for any other city.  Not that I get them that often.  But when I get a hankering to treat myself special, the salons in my ‘hood deliver the goods at a very reasonable price.

Just yesterday I had a layover in the San Francisco airport before my red-eye to JFK.  It was the perfect time to try XpresSpa, a chain of quick manicure/pedicure/massage salons that have popped up at airports all over the country.

I wheelied myself over to the storefront in my terminal and was gratified to see a $10 off special for the mani/pedi combo – perfect!  But then I got a look at the price — $90 for the set!

Say wha??

At my Upper West Side salon, you can get the combo for $25.  Even with the XpresSpa coupon, we’re still talking $80 before tip.  Yowza.

My fingers and toes can wait to be pampered until I get home to NYC.

Where things are CHEAP.

Best buds

My dog Rory is often the topic of discussion here on The Egg.

But today we dedicate this space to his best friend Scamp Walsh, who left the world yesterday at the age of 12.

Scamp and Rory met in the Boston Common during our seven-year stay in the city.  Scamp was a little white Bijon with a slow, meandering pace and a super sweet disposition.  He and Rory became immediate best buds, as did I with Scamp’s parents Sharon and Judson.

Sharon and I both travel for work, so Rory and Scamp were constantly having sleepovers at each others’  houses.  Judson has some great snaps of the boys curled up together.

When I moved to New York City four years ago, I was sad to separate the two, but I brought Rory back to Boston to visit Scamp whenever I could.  No matter how much time had passed, they always ran right up to each other in the Common (usually into each other, since Scamp couldn’t see that well).

Scamp’s health has been poor this past year, so I know he is at peace.  But we will all miss him very much, especially a certain little brown Cockapoo on the Upper West Side.

Scamp Walsh 1998-2010