Irish restaurant...the mean Fiddler
View from our hotel room. (at least we have a window)
As the day winds down, the '66 vanguard has arrived safely in New York City. Jean and her husband are on a two hour ride into the city from JFK and Sybil, Ellen and Nelda are crossing the Brooklyn bridge coming into town. It is now 8:00 pm. As for Linda and myself, we had a leisurely supper at the Mean Fiddler, a quaint, but expensive Irish pub. I did not realise Chicken Pot Pie cost so much money. It is raining now and winds tomorrow are forecast up to 50 knots.
We can't wait. I just hope the boat we are getting on Saturday is carrying the Auburn-Arkansas football game.
Good golly we love New York. OF course its my 5th trip. We are having lunch at the Pig and Whistle. Yum. Ellen
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