Wyndham Hamilton Park Hotel And Conference Center
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... to my Bucket List.
When I go to New York City, I hope to gain something besides more of hate towards city life. I want to become aware of people's opinions of why they live in the city and why they like it. Usually I think people are crazy who like city life, but I need to see other people's perspective. I want to have a better understanding of apartments and hotels, ****** weather, and traffic. Let's pray that I can accomplish getting through my challenging city ...
... 15 courses, but we didn't feel over fed.
At the conclusion of the meal, my dessert came with a birthday candle and a gift box of chocolate. We were also given breakfast to take home, a freshly made granola mix. Yum.
In all about three hours, a wonderful experience. Not something you'd do every weekend, but once every 49 years, perfect. Thanks Mardi. Check out the photos for each course and more details.
... I was venturing into a world completely foreign to me. From basic greetings to the food and language, nothing would be the same as back home. Except KFC.
OK, so apparently even KFC is different. What the hell is that little circle thing? A quiche? Eventually we did land safely in PVG airport in Shanghai, but due to a 45 minute pre-takeoff delay in New York, my bags did not get hustled along ...
... to be the end of them and walked back to the one most liked the look of. The menu was a bit limited but the taste of the food was excellent. The staff told us that Meat Packers is south, just one block and around the corner from where we'd been when sent north. So after the meal we walked to Meat Packers and found it, busy with a lot of restaurants and clubs and a younger crowd than we'd experienced elsewhere. We walked home. It took 1 1/2 hours by the time we'd gone a ...
... I'm happy just playing my music; happy just to be here still." "You play on the street much?" "Yeah." He flicked his cigarette again, took another puff. "You're the only busker on the strip tonight," I said, scanning the street with my eyes. "You been out long?" "About 3 hours." He dropped his cigarette and ground his heel down before kicking the butt to the curb. "I'd play for hours once, you know, but I get tired now. I am tired now but I still need to make a little ...