The Roslyn Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
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... booth and call through to the hostess, who then opened a panel to the bad on the other side. Apparently once you're in its nothing fantastic, but intriguing watching these people sneak through. On our way home we perfectly timed our run to finally try some juniors cheesecake - sooooooo good!! And as we were leaving the theatres started emptying out and the line was down the street. Lucky we got there ...
... viewing platform, ignored the massive tingles going up the back of my legs and slowly, kind of discreetly, edged my way to the edge. I thought I did pretty well
actually, I don't think anybody noticed! I must admit though, I was a little relieved once Marion agreed that it was time to move on.
Then it was off to see the Museum of Natural History. Now this place is not close to where ...
... it's untrue. I went into one at Macy's the other day & it flushed itself a whole three times during my supposedly short visit. I just wasn't quick enough for the average New Yorker woman; who don't seem to hang around for as long as we seem to in the UK. But then, given the reasons I've described, you can literally see why. Tim had been given a list of things the children wanted & like a desperate Dad on Christmas Eve, he was on a ...
... of everything Italian. The market is beautiful with several different places to eat. You can get sandwiches, pasta, cheeses and charcuterie, seafood, pizza, gelato, and much more! I got there close to opening time and the place filled up fast. I was able to get a seat at the bar in front of the pizza ovens where I ordered the Napoletana. This pizza had anchovies on it, which I had never tried, but I thought what the hell, ...
... irresistibility, he offered to buy me a drink (I’m pretty sure he had already had a few). When I declined, stating that I was meeting my mother in New York, he replied, “Then you definitely need a drink.” When I still put him off, he insisted on buying me a pizza instead. The gracious person that I am, I agreed and invited him back to my table until he detrained thirty minutes later.
I found out that his name was Chris, and he was ...