First off I want to say congratulations to one of my loyal stalkers on her gaining a daughter into the family. Her baby boy married my favorite flower guy (Not Ernesto my Bodega Flower guy, she is my gift flower person) this past week out west. Been a helluva good year for my PA reader.
So it has been 167 days as of today, Sunday 30 August 2020 since we have been inside a bar or restaurant having drinks and food. One would have never thought in a million years that it has almost been 6 months since we sat on barstools that aren’t in our kitchen. Its crazy.
We currently are in Phase 4 of this reopening thing. The Museums were able to open and some gym’s I believe are opening or are now open. You can tell I don’t really visit either of those. We have outdoor seating alfresco and have taken advantage of it 7 different times here in Manhattan. (Sorry Scoop, I was forgot we ate at Dominque Ansel the inventor of the Cronut)
You have to have food and drink so a couple of our Thursday Happy Hours were more for having a drink and getting a small plate to feed the dog.
To say it is a weird feeling that you are sitting on the sidewalk or bike lane is a little strange. The restaurants who have embraced it to the fullest but even they say that they are struggling. I think I saw a tweet that over 1300 NYC restaurants and bars have closed permanently. This is not a debate on opening to inside dining. I mean do it in small steps with the number of people. Or allow restaurants to block off the street a couple days of the week so they can expand their dining rooms. Once it gets colder it is going to be hard to sit outside. You know, weather.
Anyway here are some pictures of our dining so far;
That’s about it. Best of luck to all my friends who are in the restaurant business. The sooner people start doing what they are supposed to do and wearing a mask the sooner we will be out of this shit.