It was a non-sailing day, a good thing given the weather, pissbucketing down all day.
Lucky for us, I'd booked us in for lunch at the Russian Tea Room.
Fresh from our having-to-borrow-a-jacket experience Mr Brown donned a suite and I slipped into a frock. Turns out we’d not needed to bother, be-jeaned folk were let in, in T-Shirts. I’d have sent them away but I guess a customer is a customer.I’d read some pretty average reviews of the Tea Room, declaring the food ordinary and the service half-arsed. We did not find it to be so. The service, a charming young woman, was attentive but not over the top. The food, while not the best we’ve ever had, was lovely, quite worth it, particularly when you consider the surroundings. Unspeakably vulgar, all gold and red and twinkles. Wonderful.
I started with the House Cured Salmon Gravlax (vodka, dill, mixed peppered gin gravlax served with chive potato blinis and sour cream), while Mr Brown began with the special, shrimp ravioli with an, unfortunately, overpowering sauce. Nice but a more simple sauce would have let the seafood shine.
Then, because I could I had the Caviar Omelette (red caviar with sour cream, fine herbs and crispy potatoes). Wonderful stuff, I’m sure a purest would bang on about how the omelette wasn’t runny in the middle but I HATE runny. And the waft of herbs was wonderful. Mr Brown had the Kulebiaka (salmon wrapped in pastry with slow cooked onions, haricot vert, purple carrots, patty pan squash, romanesco cauliflower and tobiko beurre blanc). And here were little beads of black caviar all through the sauce.
My desert was the Czar’s Gold and Caviar Parfait (nougat cream, toasted almonds, chocolate sauce and 24-karat gold) – with the caviar, because I’m a greedy, decadent minx. Mr Brown had the Wild Chocolate Mi-Cuit (chocolate cake with a molten centre, pistachio ice cream and raspberry syrup). I didn’t get a taste.
And then, because it was raining still, we wandered down to the UN for a looksee and a tour.
I'm glad the UN is there.
She's from Nagasaki, she fell face down so that was protected.
The other side wears the scars of the blast.Dinner will not be mentioned, I was outvoted by boorish thugs. But we saw this again.
And I finally got some decent pictures.
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Thank you for continuing to post all the photographs. I told Chuck that we'll use your posts as a tour guide for our next trip to NYC. Which, thanks to your reportage, will likely be sooner rather than later!
It feels like the trip to the United Nations was a most appropriate response to the day it was. When I toured it I was deeply moved by both the international bustle of the place, as well as the mission and intention of the organization.
I'm so glad the Russian Tea Room lived up to visual expectations and that the food did not disappoint.
Many thanks for your last two photos...
- Lee
Beautiful pics.. I'm so enjoying your virtual tour of New York. I really want to go the Russian Tea Room - it looks just like my kinda bag baby.. Ronnie x
Lee, so glad to oblige.
Ronnie, it was the bomb, really ;)
umm wot are the lights? a 9/11 thing?? sorry for my ignorance.
S - Yes, the lights are a 9/11 thing, representing the twin towers that fell I believe.
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