Four nights. Two cities. A Saturday designed around the Met, as any civilised calendar ought to be. This is a small book for the trip: the useful bits first, and the good bits very close behind.
Three nights at the Courtyard Midtown East: two queens, a sofabed, a front desk, and a straight-forward place to reassemble after New York has had its say.
Junior Queen Suite
Two queens + sofabed
866 Third Avenue, New York
Thursday night: UA 274 arrives Newark around 8:00 PM. Uber in, something light nearby, and bed. Melanie’s Las Vegas flight is still to be added.
Times are local. Venue names lead to their own websites when useful; addresses lead to a map. The rest is kept mercifully uncluttered.
Click through for menus, visitor details, or directions. One less tab to hunt down while out in the world.
The old Marty & Dad standard. Smoked fish, eggs, and a room that has no need of a reinvention strategy.
One of those New York dining rooms that has seen a great deal and refuses to make a fuss about it.
Photo from Delmonico’s official site.
The room where a nation began. Arrive at screening by 3:30 PM; history runs on a timetable.
National Park Service photo.
The murderous Scot in the afternoon; Mozart’s emotionally elaborate wager after dinner. They make quite a pair.
Verdi turns ambition, guilt, and a troublesome prophecy into a very fine afternoon.
Mozart’s sparkling proof that people should never be put through loyalty experiments.
Opera trips with Dad across sixteen cities: the Met, La Scala, Covent Garden, Dresden, Venice, Chicago, and a great many formidable evenings.