This shot doesn't begin to do justice to the Boathouse Restaurant
in the middle of Central Park tonight. Lisa and I were walking back from the Met through the park, marveling at the not being killed (we grew up here in the '70's), when we came upon a beautiful restaurant upon the placid waters of The Lake, its lights reflected in the waters, the laughter and clink and hubbub filtering out. We got a couple of glasses of wine at the very fine bar, and watched a gondolier make his way out onto the Lake with a family. Inside it's a cross between the New Orleans French Quarter and, say, East Hampton Point. Outside, you are transported somewhere entirely else, and yet you can see the skyscrapers of Central Park West over the tops of the trees.
A perfect summer night.
I bet it's lovely by day, but by night, it's magical.
And if I could figure out how to get the pictures off
my Z500a, I could post them...
They have a spectacular collection of single malts, I might add. Denis, next time you're here, you really
want to sip some whisky by the side of the Lake at night.
UPDATE: Oh, here's the picture off my phone. Thanks, Webs!
Labels: Alex, eat drink and be merry