We parted ways — Nicole and Bruce to make some returns at West Elm; the three of us to find Trump Hotel at Columbus Circle.
The appeal wasn’t the Trump brand, but rather Jean-Georges, the three-Michelin-starred restaurant nestled at the base: We had a reservation for lunch!
|I’ve always been puzzled why Michelin’s “stars” look more like flowers.|
This was our first three-star experience, and we were very excited. The dining room was elegant and minimal, all white and gold, with the only color coming from a stand of deep red amaryllis in the middle. Dress code forbad jeans and sneakers; jackets were optional before 6pm.
Our server handed us menus and invited us to construct our own tasting menus from the options listed. We each chose three items and a dessert.
|Three amuse bouches: a ceviche, shredded brussels sprouts, and spicy miso soup|
|Sea urchin with yuzu and jalapeño on black toast|
|Foie gras brûlée with dried sour cherries, candied pistachios and white port gelee|
|Crispy confit of suckling pig with rutabaga pudding and smoked bacon marmalade|
|Left to right: (1) hazelnut milk chocolate millefeuille, (2) warm chocolate cake vanilla bean ice cream, and
(3) white chocolate ice cream yuzu sorbet
|Closing treats: passionfruit jellies, hazelnut macarons, assorted dark chocolate cremes|
We decided to prioritize two exhibits: First, the Costume Institute’s temporary exhibition showcasing the fashion of Countess Jacqueline de Ribes. There were some exquisite pieces, and a sense that the fabulously rich and glamorous live in a different world than I.
|I love the simplicity of this dress, and the detail of the train tied up at the shoulders|
|If I were a woman, I|
|de Ribes threw insane costume parties. This one was for an Arabian Nights themed party.
She said she expected lots of bare tummies and arms, so she went with fur to stand out.
The next focus was the modern wing. Justin, in particular, wanted to see that section, so we made our way across the museum to soak up the Jasper Johns, Giacometti, and Chuck Close.
|Chuck Close does giant portraits in a sort of impressionist/pointillist style|
|When viewed up close, it’s a wonder he’s able to get the image to emerge so clearly!|
The metaphorical clock began to strike midnight, and it was time for us to leave the ball. We hailed a cab, collected our luggage from the hotel, and hopped on the subway to the airport. We bid Amanda farewell at the Delta terminal, and Justin and I made our way to the American gates.
As we rose into the night sky, we had a glorious view of Manhattan below. So strange to think that such a giant, exciting world could fit on such a small island.
|We’re looking down from the north — that rectangle in the middle is Central Park|
Good night, Manhattan! Until next time . . . .