I have been a daily visitor of yours for over a year now. Each morning I emerge from the F/V train and walk out of my way to stop in and get a toasted whole wheat bagel with butter from your establishment. I've become such a regular that Chris, the giant man behind the bagel counter, sees me coming and starts preparing my order as soon as I walk in the door. We say nothing more than a, "good morning" then, "thank you" each day. I even voluntarily pay $1.07 for your bagels, because no where else on my commute can I find a bagel of equal deliciousness. But today, Cucina in the Rockefeller Center concourse, you have broken my trust.
Every day I hand the cashier a dollar bill and a dime. Today it wasn't enough. The cashier told me I owed $1.46. Yes- one dollar and forty six cents. I said, "Wait, is that right?" She said, "oh" and applied my Rockefeller Center discount, lowering the total to a whopping $1.31. I said, "I only got a bagel with butter" and gave her a look like, "Remember? I get this every day!" She said the total was correct because they had raised the prices. I said, "That's a rindonkulous amount to pay for a bagel. That stinks" paid and left.
I will no longer be stopping by each morning, Cucina in the Rockefeller Center concourse. Charging $1.31 for a bagel is, well, ridonkulous. I will now be purchasing my morning breakfast from the street cart by my apartment. The bagels might not taste as good, and their origins may be unknown, but they only cost $.75
Regards.
-Pat
Insomnia Cookies opened a location in New York City in April 2008 and specializes in baking delicious cookies for the late night eaters with a sweet tooth. Seems like a good idea to me! The business actually started out on college campuses like Michigan, OSU and PSU, and has recently moved into NYC. The shop is open all week long, but offers delivery service from 8pm until 3am! I'm not sure of the minimum number of cookies you have to order to get delivery, I find it hard to imagine you could just order one.
I should probably start a new, regular category on my blog called "weird stuff they put outside of Rockefeller Center" because I feel like every week there's another interesting... something plopped out on the plaza. Sometimes it's a cranberry bog, sometimes it's a giant Christmas tree, sometimes it's gymnasts on balance beams.
From the living room window of my new apartment (I'll post pictures soon, I promise!) I have an amazing view of the Empire State Building. The 3 tiers at the top of the building always seem to change colors on a semi-irregular basis but I never knew what the colors meant... so I looked it up!1932: The first light to shine atop the Empire State Building (November, 1932) was a searchlight beacon which told people for 50 miles that Franklin D. Roosevelt has been elected president of the United States.
1956: Revolving beacons, the "Freedom Lights", were installed. The "Freedom Lights", four beacons each five feet in diameter and weighing one ton, were installed 1,095 feet above the streets to symbolize not only a welcome to this country but also the unlimited opportunities in America and the hopes and prayers of the American people for peace.
1976: Colored lighting was first introduced by Douglas Leigh. The tower was lit in red, white and blue in celebration of the American Bicentennial.
1977: A lighting system, permitting a wider range of colors, was inaugurated on October 12, when blue and white lights flashed to announce that the Yankees had won the World Series.
Very interesting, indeed. Now I know what I'm staring at out the window each night. You can click here for the most recent lighting schedule.
I really enjoy architecture, but tend to ignore most of it in the city for fear of looking like a bewildered tourist staring up at "all them tall buildin's." I'm fairly particular to the Rockefeller Center area for obvious reasons, but there are tons of amazing places to gawk at in the city.
What's your favorite spot in New York City or your home town?
*Man walks towards us, Whistling*
Caitlin: "I hate people who whistle out loud."
Me: "Wasn't that Geraldo?"
