Basically, there was some bad traffic. Really, really, really bad traffic.
It was March 3rd, and it was one of only two days out of the whole year that Academy admission is free for everyone. And, clearly, I miscalculated the time that I'd actually need to leave my house. It took over an hour to move from that 9th Ave intersection to the parking garage...about 500 yards. Then, after navigating the twists and turns and "This level FULL" signs of the garage, we finally found parking. Luckily, it was a spot right next to the staircase to the Music Concourse. I thought to myself, "Okay. The worst part is over."
Then I saw the line.
Note to self: It may be free, but that doesn't mean it'll be easy. (If it weren't for the fact that it was my nephew's birthday, I might've turned around and gone home...) The end of the line already reached the trees at JFK Dr. But, thankfully, this massive pilgrimage moved at a quick and steady pace. Once inside, it took a few hours for my family and I to go around and see what we wanted. By the end of it all, I just wanted to sit down and enjoy a nice, hot meal. See that picture of the crab? If you're wondering where the heck it fits in to this story and when am I finally going to get to it, well that time has come. Because that feeling of longing and wondering about food is exactly what I was experiencing by the time we drove over to Chinatown. After the chaos/entertainment, I was exhausted and starving. I was ready for dinner at R & G Lounge.
