Ya'll get your Bawston Clam Chowdah (Boston Clam Chowder)

We temporarily departed our visit to home away from home Sunapee, New Hampshire to travel to nearby(ish) Boston to check out the local scene and celebrate 4th of July with the infamous Boston Pops.

If you go to New York for New Years in the US, you go to Boston to celebrate the 4th of July - and we weren't disappointed.

Before recounting the fireworks spectacular later in the night, I'll tell you first about our whirl wind tour of Boston. Taking the advice of the lovely Cindy Currier (sister in law's mother) we decided to take a tram tour of Boston to learn as much as we could about the city and visit as many places as possible in 2 hours. The tour stopped at about 20 odd places and the first stop on the tour just happened to be the Cheers Bar! One of three Cheers bars in Boston, but this one is home of the famous outside shot of the Cheers sign and the stairs that lead down to the bar (at least in the TV series it did). In reality the stairs lead down to a restaurant and bar that look nothing like the one in the TV series. TV magic!

Cheers!

Upstairs though they have recently built a tribute bar to the bar you see in the show, albeit much smaller. But it's nice to reminisce about the show and see all the cast/characters in photos that look as old now as those sepia ones that they have showing at the start of every episode. We're getting old people!

After exploring Cheers and sifting through myriad of Cheers merchandise we hop back on to the tram (it's a hop on hop off) and head through the rest of Boston. The city is stooped in US history and some of it went over our heads, but it was still interesting to hear about such famous times in US history as the Boston Tea Party and the start of US Independence itself. We passed by the infamous Fenway Park where a Boston Red Socks baseball game was actually under way. We were tempted to forget the tour, grab a beer and a giant pretzel and get tickets to the game, but we soon heard from people boarding the tram that the game was a sell out. Shame!

After more touring and historical sites we ended up somehow ... at O'Malley's, the oldest sports bar in the country, watching the Red Socks game and knocking down a couple of cold brewski's.

Done with the tour of Boston (we fast forward 2.5 hours folks) and we head out to track down some infamous New England Clam Chowder. We're tempted by Legal Seafood's chowder, but ultimately choose to try out the food at the Atlantic Fish Company. Not the most tres chic name sure, but the place looked awesome and the menu delish. We'd not booked at table, so the wait was till 10pm. It was about 6pm. We could try our luck at the bar. Again, lady luck was on our side - as we approached the bar two people hopped up and we slid into their seats. BONUS!

What can I say, although it was the first New England Clam Chowder we'd both ever had, we could tell that it was gold. Velvety smooth and served in a crusty bread bowl, we both polished off the soup eagerly and enjoyed the chunks of fresh clam. Was heavenly. For mains I ordered a seared swordfish which unfortunately came completely over cooked. But Terry ordered a Lobster ravioli in creamy white wine sauce with a sprinkle of fresh Basil and that was magic. Top choice.

Having ticked off another box on our list we headed down to the Esplanade to join the throngs of people waiting for the July 4th fireworks spectacular. Supported by the Boston POPS (symphony orchestra) conducted by none other than John Williams (of Star Wars, Indiana Jones, ET, Jaws fame), but lacking the pizazz of Lionel Richie (problems with his vocal chords at the last minute - BAH!) we joined the 800,000 crowd and sang along to yanky doodle, the star spangled banner and other such American anthems.

The big crowd eagerly awaits.

Boom!

We waited about 1.5 hours for the fireworks show (CBS stretching out the coverage as much as possible) and weren't disappointed. MASSIVE and LOUD. Probably the most loudest fireworks I've ever heard and with the Boston POPS playing in time to the explosions (think 1810 Overture), we had a fantastic time as foreigners celebrating Independence Day with the locals.

Says it all.

Once the fireworks had finished and we'd dusted ourselves off, we headed off to a gay bar near our hotel. It happened to be Bingo night led by the friendly and funny drag queen called Constance. After the 2nd round of Bingo it was my time to shine and I called BINGO to win a $30 voucher. It's amazing to find out that you have a strong Aussie accent because the one word I spoke, after being asked what my name was, was "Mark". Which she couldn't understand, so had to repeat a couple of times. "Where are you from? You're not obviously from around here!". Sounds like I'm more bogan than I think I am... ??

After chugging down $30 worth of drinks (the voucher expired that night) we thanked Boston for it's 4th of July hospitality and headed back to our hotel, ready to make the most of the half day we had left the next day.

Feeling incredibly hung over and seedy the next morning, I wasn't capable of much. So we ended up heading to the Cheers Bar again for more shopping and to have a photo take at the mock Cheers Bar. Tez sat in Norm's chair and had a beer and I had a diet coke. I know, I know, a sin to be at Cheers Bar and not have a beer  - but vomiting on the Cheers Bar due to having said beer I calculated as being a worse faux pas.

Cheers Norm!

After spending far too much money on Cheers merch, we boarded our coach back to Sunapee for our final night in New Hampshire, bound for Miami.

Stepping off the bus from Boston, Shawn picks us up and we get driven into nearby woods. What is going on? Where are we going? This is it, dropped off in the woods and hunted by red necks for sport -  the most dangerous game of all (Zodiac killer, San Fran coming up serial killer fans). We're relieved to find out that Cleatus Shawn has plans for us to cut down some trees as a way of doing like the locals do. In a crash course in handling a chain saw and how to fell a tree and wear safety equipment (including thongs) we both succesfully cut down a tree, grab our crotches, and spit and stuff!

I've got my boomstick!

We've got video, but just need some down time to setup a YouTube account. Coming soon. Is fun to watch! But til then, this is kind of what it was like....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mL7n5mEmXJo
Arriving back at the Currier-Walkinshaw house and recovered from my hangover, I joined Shawn, Lindsay and Terry for some cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon (and two bottles of white wine for the girls) and feasted on local scallops, fresh lobster and home made chocolate trifle (not like our Aussie version, but actually much nicer than our Aussie version). It was a great night out on the deck eating delicious seafood, drinking cold beer (or goblets of white wine) and having a laugh with family.

Now this is living ...

Alas poor Pinchy. We knew him well.

MB

Live Free or Die...

Now, the time has come. For New Hampshire to be revisited. Flannel shirts to be stocked, empty/full beer cans to be smashed across ones forehead and random firearms to be shot in the air.... That's right. Time to go see my bro.....
To the dulcet strains of AC/DCs Thunderstruck....
....we are met with pulsing guitar riffs and cold beers at the bus station. What more could one expect??? We were scheduled to fly in to a nearby airport/random field, however that would have got us in FAR too late and we would have missed the................... much anticipated, much chatted about, annual Sunapee "Honey I broke the big wheel race"... starring .....CAPTAIN AUSTRALIA!!! The ultimate race, where MEN, become BOYS....!!!

Races are had, stacks are celebrated and hay bails are torn to shreads from the massive Sunapee Mountain peak above. The winner races by in a small little cart that would barely contain my left ass cheek, at a speed of 31 MPH. That's right, MILES per hour. The sheer unsafetiness of it all would be astounding if it wasn't for the 15 year old safety officers telling us to steer clear of the 31 MPH big wheen buggies. Thanks for the tip! It even made the front page of the local paper! Tough day for news...




Afterwards, what better way to celebrate, than with a PARTY! Us, and what seems to be half the populace of Sunapee New Hampshire, adjourn to my brother and his wife's place, for much food, and even more beer. The beer of choice being, PBR!!! Mmmm, beer.... And Shawn and Linz being the awesome hosts they are, we are in plentiful supply of everything.

After much consumption of said PBR, dangerous firework launches ("Mark, let it go, LET IT GO!!!!"), tobacco chewing and snuggie wearing, we decide to adjourn to bed as we realise that the lady of the house, one adorable Katie Walkinshaw ("Katie. Katie. Katie..."), will be awake in a small matter of hours, and that is one wake up call you can't hit the snooze button on!


So, we wake up the next morning, with sore heads, but with excitement on our brows as we realise that today was 'FIREWORKS DAY', and the day of the BIG SUNAPEE 4TH OF JULY PARADE! With Lemonade stands galore...

...the parade storms through the streets. Fire Engines blaring, the First Grader float wetting themselves with excitement with their water pistols, however the steam run steamroller was an unfortunate absentee this year. It was sorely missed.
The hospitality of this tight knit community is amazing, people opening their doors for everyone, offering food and beverages to all. A tad different to ol' Dulwich Hill, where we barely know our neighbours names!
After an exciting morning, we head off to the 'Pond' for a boat ride and a swim. This so called pond is now what you would expect and is actually a massive beautiful lake, bigger than Sydney Harbour!



The water is absolutely amazing and we decide to get some rays, soaking up the sun like a fried breakfast does with the nights before debaucherous liquid intake...
But, no rest for the wicked! The big 4th of July party at Lindsay's folks place is to take place that afternoon, with the big finale being the huge Walkinshaw Firework Spectacular!!!! Me and the bro start creating several 'playlists' with what to entertain the hordes of eager explosion effused aficianados on the foreshore of Jim and Cyndi's place. we set them up to great effect, well, Shawn does the technical stuff, and I do the grunt work. Our very own firework spectacular. Sydney Harbour New Years, eat your heart out!



We chill out with some food, and some more PBR, and listen to our live Guitar Man, and watch the sun go down over the beautiful lake, the darkness setting in, not knowing it will soonly be rudely awoken.... :)

Darkness falls. Showtime.
We all get on the boat, and ever so slowly take the jetty full of explosive contraband, out to the middle of the lake, for full effect, and to not harm any innocent, law abiding citizens of New Hampshire! (Us, on the other hand, tweak the nipples of danger, and are ready for all that comes before us!!!)
Time for the show...
With a couple of minor technical issues, the fireworks go off and are spectacular! With prime position seating in the boat next to the launchsite, we get the full effect of the expensive contraband exploding in front of us!
 

The fireworks are a success, and we savour the show, the sweet nectar of PBR caressing our lips.
With all that excitement, we have a (reasonably) early night, and are in bed by the stroke of midnight. Another early morning to be had!
We awaken early, and a little fresher than the previous morning, though feeling better than roadkill is not saying much. Time to go meet us some Yokels!!!
We head to the Sunday morning ducksville Flea Mart, where you see all manner of things. Old stuff, new stuff, cheap, dusty and nasty crap, crazy eccentric crud from a bygone era and the odd gem.

And that was just the locals!
So before we start feeling like a sibling of Cletus, the slack jawed yokel, we buy some more junk to add to the junk we have already bought, and set off...

We hang out and head off to see Shawn and Linz's new property. Right on the lake, it looks like Shawn has got some vision for this new abode! Their new property is actually in Springfield, which Shawn is just stoked about. It even has its own Power Plant! Am yet to find any three eyed fish though...
With waitress extraordinaire Linz practically running the show, we head off to the best Mexican in town for dinner!!!! (the fact it is the ONLY Mexican is totally irrelevant...) http://lilredbaron.com/

After an absolute feast of nachos, quesadillas, margaritas, sangria and more, we collapse, hands above our heads, surrendering to the excesses (after safely being driven home by yours truly may I say! No lives were lost! Huzzah!...) (note: Junior had only two drinks and was totally under the limit, so Niecey, please stop worrying....) :)



After a reasonably early night (who knew?!?!? Thought we would be on the turps 24/7 at ol' Bar Walkinshaw!), we are taken out for breakie by our gracious hosts and hostesses, and taken to the bus stop for the next segment of our illustrious adventure.

Bawston!!!!

Watch this space...... :)

Alicia Keys

So on what is our final day in New York, we arguably save the best for last and head uptown to the Beacon Theatre to watch the incomparable Alicia Keys.
I stumbled on the concert while looking for things to do in New York and had to check twice that it was her, in new york, the same time we were. The fact that the concert was touted as being 'intimate' and just her and a piano sold me.

The Beacon Theatre is a couple of blocks from Central Park so Tez and I headed there for a peek and a few quick photos of the park that is sooo huge!

Central Park - at Central Park West. Also the name of a Melrose Place spin-off that didn't last.

With 30 minutes to spare we stopped in at an Asian restaurant nearby and had some delish sushi and other Asian fare.

mmm... sushi

 Time for the show! We had booked seats that were on the second row in the middle so were extra excited about the concert. Sure enough they proved to be excellent seats right in front of the piano.

When she came on stage you could actually see her! In her Sydney concert she was just a tiny blip, so we were really really excited to see her perform and especially so in her hometown of New York.

Yup, she looked at me when I took this photo.

"Hey, you guys are from Australia?"

She started the concert playing Blackbird by the Beatles and also did covers of Marvin Gaye, Brian McKnight and an awesome cover of Billy Joel's New York State of Mind, which led into her song Empire State of Mind. Given we were in New York, the crowd went wild!

Lady luck was with us on the night as well - the two ladies next to us had to get up and leave the concert after the 4th song because one of them was sick, so we shuffled down and had an even better view of her playing on the piano. BONUS!!



She was very warm, funny and talkative, always asking the crowd to sing along and getting us to choose which songs she was going to sing. A classy lady and a truly amazing talent. Perfect way to spend our last night in New York.



Next up - New Hampshire! State motto: Live free or die hard. Yeah!

MB

NO MORE SOUP FOR YOU!

Alrighty then. Time for another hot dose of Tez and Mark's BLOG! (as dodgy as that sounds, and smells....;)

For those of you that are still with us and have not zoned out after day 0, or those did not nod off at the sheer mention of "Tez & Mark's most Excellent US Adv......zzzzzzzz", you will be happy to note that New York has given us tales, trials and tribulations. All told with a waft of pretentiousness and geekiness, with a touch of naivety, that just seems to come being in our general company...

Today, we are definitely in a New York State of Mind. And what better way to kickstart the day (after our midnight 'Sleepless in Seattle'-esque style rendezvous atop the Empire State Building - I was Meg Ryan....) with a visit to the Soup Nazi himself! NO SOUP FOR YOU! (for all you Seinfeld lovers you will know what this is referring to, and to all those that don't, well, that is just sad and we don't think we should be associated with you anymore......Kidding!).

He has turned into quite the franchise ol' Mr Soup Nazi, but of course these political correct days, he calls himself 'The Soup Man'. I had the Lobster Bisque, and Bondy had the Seafood Bisque.

Seafood bisque before.

Seafood bisque after.

Yes, yes, i know. Years ago I would not have gone NEAR a Bisque let alone knew how to spell it, but here we are...). Both were awesome, and although not quite as good as the Lobster Bisque from the previous night at Chez Josephine's (which WAS about 47 times more expensive...), it came with a crusty bread roll, a banana (?!?) and a small Lindt chocolate ball (?!?!?!?!?). Nice touch Soup Nazi. NEXT!....
Time for the 'Blurgh' trip of our trip. And before you think we are going to get down and disgusting (that's for later), those '30 Rockers' out there (think I might trademark that call right there) might realise we are off to The Rockefeller Plaza! (no skanks allowed...) Apparently Rockefeller Plaza has THE best view of NYC and it does not disappoint. Check out these amazing pics!

The Rockefeller Building

View of Central Park from Rockefeller

View of the Empire State Building and city

The Big Apple (yes, we are on a nickname basis now) is an amazing city, with the city skyline an amazing thing to behold, and I recommend the Rockefeller to get all those picture postcard perfect shots from there. Absolutely amazing. We visited actual 30 Rock, and bought up geekily big in the NBC Studios shop. T-shirts, Fridge Magnets, i-Phone holders, What the WHAT?!?!!? Shopping for geek items. Good times.....

30 Rock!

Now, off to The Daily Planet! For all you Superman aficionados, you will know of course that here is where Clark Kent and Lois Lane work. And despite there being no more old school phone booths anymore to quickly get changed into costume, and the fact that The Daily Planet was a little unrecognisable now, we could still feel the aura of 'Supes' in the air.

The Daily Planet

Revolving doors where Clark Kent transforms into Superman

We also checked out Grand Central Station which is another amazing building. Many films were shot here, including the first X-Men movie amongst countless others. Is still tres old school and has all of that old school charm (not totally unlike your modest hosts of course...).

After another day of much walking, we thought it time to douse our fiery feet and throats with a sampling of some NYC beer! Decided to get somewhat frocked up (ie. deodorant...) we decide to do as members of the village do. We go to the Village! We take the advice from our lovely young ballet-training gay Subway friend, and hit the streets of Chelsea, THE happening gay area of NYC apparently, but from what we've seen, there's members of our batting team everywhere (not that there's anything wrong with that...). We decide to check out a Sports Bar first, a gay one! Called Gym! Well, gay guys like sports like any guy? Or is that more that they like guys who PLAY the sport....;) Either way, we check it out, and the beer goes down a treat in this 30 plus degree beautiful weather. We decide to go for something to eat, but upon our leaving we get held up by a hot built african-american guy who calls us the 'new' guys, but also the 'hot new' guys. As we leave the building blushing and giggling, "oh, stop it you...." we walk up the road with a new sense of chest pump. Time for another gin and soda methinks please Miffanwe!

For food, we decide upon a great looking Greek place called 'Nisos' with a great menu, some lovely service and fine wine. Oraiaos indeed!!! We have some clams in a nice broth for entree, with myself having the swordfish fillet and Mark having a lovely little linguine with steamed mussels and asparagus, topped off with a nice bottle of Greek wine that I shall not even bother attempting to pronounce...

Yum.

Time for another Bud Light methinks...We track down another Sports Bar. What is with the gay fellas and their sports??? Has it to do with the competitive drive and teamwork, the passion of the game, the physical stamina and endurance? Or the fact that lots of well built fit blokes run around in sometimes not much at all, patting each other on the a**. Hmmmm, maybe a bit of both ;) Shall leave it with you...

We meet some lovely people at this bar. (Viv and crew you know who you are...!!) And we meet an assortment of characters, of all levels of sobriety, some bordering on seedy, but nothing a quick backhand can't fix! Much guffaws and D&Ms later, we head for home, not sober, not regurgitatingly legless, just that happy medium. :)

The next day after all, is our day of shopping, where we visit Woodbury Common, a shopping mall so huge that it has its own Zip Code. Factory Outlets galore, where, given the state of the Aussie dollar, you can buy a Armani Suit for $13.60 and still have room for a tip. Bring on the excessive Credit-laden goodness!

And of course, for the main event..... Alicia..... But you are going to have to wait for that one....

Til next time transfixed viewers, and those viewers that are reading our Blog like driving past a car crash. Disturbing, ugly and with the slight smell of burnt rubber, but still, you can't look away.

I dare you to look away....

TW

30 ROCK!

Yesterday we hit the streets of New York to try and see as many sights as we possibly could. We walked the city for 8 hours straight and our feet nearly fell off - but it was worth it!

We started off the day by taking the circle line ferry on the Hudson River from Manhattan to the Statue of Liberty, passing many landmarks along the way including the area where the passenger plane emergency landed on the river and all onboard survived (miracle on the Hudson) and also the area where the Twin Towers once stood. The cruise is a fantastic way to see New York and also New Jersey which is on the opposite side of the Hudson River. The guide was actually a very informative old bloke with a dry New York wit, which made the experience even better. Highly recommend the tour, if nothing else but to get up close to the Statue of Liberty without having to join the throngs of people on the actual island.

Us on the Hudson River, NYC in the background!

The building being constructed in the middle is One World Trade Centre (formerly Freedom Tower),
being built to replace the fallen Twin Towers.

Lady Liberty

Once we hopped off the circle line we decided to hop on the subway, go down to World Trade Centre and then wind our way back up to midtown by foot, walking to different destinations on the way. Clearly looking confused and foreign, a young guy asked us if we needed help with where we were going. He was a nice guy, studying ballet at the nearby University and gave us tips on how the subway worked and places we should visit. He even went so far as to walk us off the subway, to the main strip in Chelsey. Then he turned around, wished us well on our trip and headed back to where he was originally going. We also had two other people give us some handy tips on the subway, one lady telling us to "make sure you drink plenty of water" and another guy (apparently off TV but we didn't recognise him) telling us to go to the Empire State Building at night rather than day as the crowds are ridiculous. I always got the impression that New Yorkers were stiff, unfriendly types of people that ignore each other let alone tourists but that's certainly not what we've experienced.

Anyway, despite the young guy's best intentions, we actually got off at the wrong spot (I think he was intent on introducing us to the Chelsea area which is the gay area of NY). So we hopped back on the subway and headed to the World Trade Centre.

Subway takes you right to World Trade Centre

Visiting the World Trade Centre area (ground zero) is a very humbling experience. It was already very difficult to fathom what happened there, but to see the construction area, hear people talk about their experiences of 9/11 at the tourist information centre and who and how many died - was a very sobering experience. Even on the cruise we were on in the morning, we couldn't help but see that NY looked like it was missing something without the two towers, so how hard it must be then for the locals.

But, construction of One World Trade Centre is powering along, they are at the half way point now and the building will become the tallest building in America. The designs for it, the memorial areas and the 7-8 other buildings being built around it are stunning. At the moment the buildings at the site are very grey and traditional. The tower and the other buildings will completely stand out from this and will make the NY skyline very modern and unique.

One World Trade Centre (formerly Freedom Tower) currently half built.

For more information about the rebuild and designs you can CLICK HERE. It's actually very interesting to see what they are doing. Terry and I have promised that we'll come back again to NY one day once World Trade Centre has been rebuilt.

From WTC we slowly started to wind our way back uptown, trying to stop off at some places we'd marked off on our to-do list. We have a pocket map of Manhattan to work off, but unfortunately it doesn't contain street numbers on it, so finding the exact location of some of the things we wanted proved to be very difficult - so we missed a few! But here's some of the ones we did find:

* Bouley restaurant - this one was a surprise for Tez. I'd read in a magazine that Cyndi Lauper's favourite restaurant in NY was a french restaurant called Bouley. This is him standing out the front! We we're hoping to be able to stop in for lunch, but it was closed. We also learnt later that it's very tres chic and we'd probably have buckley's of getting a table. We considered calling up and name dropping her name, but the results could be disastrous!

"I walked all daaaay, to get to you... is that alright? "

Next stop off was a NY fire brigade station. Why? Because it's the headquarters of the Ghostbusters!!

Who ya gonna call?

GHOSTBUSTERS!

From there we has some misses looking for other spots on our list - the original soup Nazi (from Seinfeld), the restaurant from Seinfeld where the gang usually hang out, the Daily Planet, some cool comic shops etc. BUT we won't be beaten and this morning we are going to google map everything to the exact location and make sure we tick these off our list.

After 7 hours of walking we headed back to our apartment to take 5 and get ready for the Alicia Keys concert! Heading down in the elevator, dressed up and raring to go, Tez realised from the tickets that the concert wasn't actually until THURSDAY night. Ooops! Lucky we checked before getting into a cab and heading for uptown to the Beacon Theatre!

Given that we now had a clear night ahead, we decided to have dinner at a French restaurant just up the road from us called Chez Josephine. From the website it looked very very quirky,  a lot of fun and then menu sounded delish. We weren't disappointed - the owner, Jean-Claude Baker was a kooky French guy and was a great host, very happy to have two guys from Sydney, Australia dining at his restaurant, and the restaurant itself was a really kitsch French scene. Loved the piano and the live crooning.

The food was fantastic. I had a lobster bisque to start (divine) and Tez decided to have crab cakes, which were similarly as nice. Good to have tried crab cakes actually as it seems like one of those staple foods that Americans like and we'd never tried one. Then for mains I had a lobster cassoulet which had shrimp (prawns), lobster, scallops and a homemade seafood sausage. Was lush! And Terry had a fillet Mignon with pommes frits (french fries) which he was extremely happy with. Despite being as full as bulls, we couldn't go past the creme brulee (me) and the Josephine chocolate delight (Tez). Tres bloody bein indeed!

Just desserts ...

By that time we were both about to explode so decided to leave our French friends and go for a stroll. Both Terry's brother and the apparent celeb guy on the subway both gave us the same tip - if you're going to go up the Empire State Building, wait until about 11pm and then go up. It's bedlam during the day and you're going to line up for hours and be packed in like sardines. So we headed to the Empire State and sure enough, going up in the lift you can see room after room and level after level of cordoned off areas ready for people to line up. On a busy Saturday day you could expect to line up here for literally hours and hours!!

So we lined up for about 2 minutes and were warned that the view at that point wasn't the best due to cloud. In fact, lots of people in front of us bought tickets and then decided to come back another time (tickets valid for 14 days) because of the obstructed view. We decided to go ahead and go up because we knew we'd be busy tonight and on Thursday night. I was also not convinced that it was that cloudy. We're both really glad we went up - the cloud (I call it fog more than cloud) made the experience even more special and the photos we took (we think) look better for the fact that the fog's there.

View of the Empire State Building from the ground up.

View of Times Square from the Empire State Building

View of the top of the Empire State Building from the Observation Deck.

Tez takes on King Kong!

Today we head out as mentioned to tick a few more spots of our list. We'll also visit Central Park, try to find the Korilla food truck, visit Rockefeller Plaza, home of Liz Lemon and 30 Rock and perhaps take the tour and go up to the Rockefeller Observation Deck to see the NY skyline in the daytime.

Expecting more sore feet by the end of the day!

MB