My travel day from London to New York was pretty much all about food.
First, though, the stupid hotel wake up call came an hour early. Of course, since there are no clocks in the hotel room, I didn't realize that until I was up, packed, showered and ready to go.
I climbed back into bed for another hour of snoozing, once I figured it out. I was seriously hating on that hotel by then.
Given my awful experience the day before at breakfast, I decided to skip that little horror show and tromped right down from Terminal 5 to Terminal 3. At the Virgin Atlantic Club (since I was in Business Class again!), I was treated to a wee Salmon Benedict.
Then they kicked it up a notch by bringing me a pear and champagne cocktail. The little bits of pear pulp made me happy.
The Club Room was pretty neat - it even had a "fireplace" to enjoy!
On the airplane, a mimosa.
After takeoff, a wee plate of barbecue potato chips crisps.
Yuck. It tasted like...nothing. Slimy nothing. I didn't eat much of it.
Which was fine, because then they brought me a cheese plate! with port!
The three cheeses were very flavorful and satisfying. The crackers were weird. Seriously, it's a cheese plate. We don't need weird crackers! If things are running right, there's enough action going on with the cheese. The port was fine. I worried that I had better stop with the drinking since I did have to go to the office once I landed (6 hours later, granted).
I read for a bit and napped, watched a movie and knit on B.O.B. (I suspect he is too small. This is a never ending conundrum).
Then a chicken sandwich appeared before me! With a cool Diet Coke!
From the plane, I went to the office for a few hours, then trudged down to school.
To attend my very last graduate school class...EVER!!!!
The poor misguided professor tried to make it special for us by ordering pizza, but she totally cocked things up by ordering Domino's. Really? In New York City, you would order Domino's? I can attest that their "new and improved" pizza is the pits.
I don't have the time or the patience for bad pizza. I tossed it.
Since it was also Cinco de Mayo, and I figured my calories were blown anyway, I met Ben for a late dinner at Mi Nidito.
He slurped down a massive strawberry margarita while I settled for a Corona. Ben swears his margarita was smaller than usual.
I resisted the chips and salsa...
...because I was saving my chip ration for the cheesy bean dip! This is the best thing on the menu, if you like beans, cheese and little chunky vegetables.
Service was slow due to the "holiday" and I was beyond jetlagged. By the time the main course arrived (seriously, an hour later)...
The staff, sensing that we weren't thrilled about the wait we'd had, brought us complimentary flan.
But by then, I was too tired and full to enjoy it, really. Mi Nidito does make a good flan, but sleep sounded better. We picked at it, then went home to bed.
Mi Nidito; 852 8th Avenue
New York, NY 10019-6244