I’ve said it many times before and I’ll say it again: I love staying in Manhattan on long holday weekends, when New Yorkers are leaving it by the droves.
I especially like the Upper East Side, where I live and work, because it’s extra quiet. Kind of reminds me of Paris in August. Upper East Siders have flocked to their summer homes, most likely in the Hamptons. The major streets and avenues aren’t crammed with cars and it’s easy to get a reservation in the restaurants that are typically jammed.
As I write this, traffic on the roads out of the city has probably slowed to a crawl as everyone makes their getaways. Granted, they’ll return with exquisite tans if the weather holds out.
David and I are going with Lois and Eliot to Coney Island tonight, where we’ll have dinner and hop on a few of the new rides in the renovated amusement park. We all went there as kids. Who needs the Hamptons when you’ve got the CI roller coaster and Nathan’s hot dogs.