{"id":759,"date":"2015-05-25T18:55:39","date_gmt":"2015-05-25T22:55:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=759"},"modified":"2015-05-25T18:55:39","modified_gmt":"2015-05-25T22:55:39","slug":"new-york-city-blog-may-16-may-24","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/nymysteries.com\/?p=759","title":{"rendered":"New York City Blog May 16 \u2014 May 24"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The blog week began with a Saturday afternoon of Bournonville at New York City Ballet: Bournonville Divertissements, followed by La Sylphide. Dreamy and wonderful.<\/p>\n

After that, Basta Pasta. \u00a0Who Knew? A Japanese-Italian fusion restaurant that works and because the food is delicious, the service good and the ambience full of NYC-Toyko buzz, it\u2019s jam packed.<\/p>\n

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The week ended with friends and me driving to Granville, N. Y. to spend the Memorial Day weekend. We stayed in an 1880 townhouse that\u2019s been in their family for decades. Bragging rights: We dined with utensils engraved with the word, Showboat, because Jerome Kern sold his yacht – the Showboat named after Showboat, get it? – to my friend\u2019s great grandpa.<\/p>\n

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Roy Egg is in nearby and almost impossible to find West Pawlet, Vermont. It\u2019s owned by Roy Egg who lives down the street on Egg Street in New York State. Roy\u2019s devotion to the chicken is displayed in his checkered art gallery. In 1993, Roy entered a decorated egg contest sponsored by the White House. He won for Vermont and was invited to the White House and received a plaque commemorating the event from Laura Bush. Who knew Republicans were camp? I think Jeb Bush should get behind this.<\/p>\n

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Ho Jo, anyone? Because of a savvy publicist who has connections\u00a0at The New York Times, there was an article about Howard Johnson\u2019s being revived and opening in Lake George. From Granville we drove to Lake George to have supper at Ho Jo\u2019s. Three of our group were against it but two of us prevailed. With tears in my eyes – long ago memories of fried clams and strawberry ice cream – I imagined the menu like the holy writ of fine fifties dining; fried everything except the great sundaes.We tore up Route 22, struggled through the traffic and crowds in the Gatlnburg of the North, i.e. Lake George Village and found the orange roof with the adorable weather vane depicting Simple Simon met a pieman going to the fair. Since I was the most enthusiastic cheerleader – Go happy, go HoJo! I raced out of the van. A smiling guy approached me and said, \u201cSorry, we\u2019re closing.\u201d \u201c What?” I said aghast, hearing snickers from the car. The smiling guy continued, Because they did not have enough help (This is Memorial Day Sunday) they were closing early. Did three of our group pay the guy to say this? I went into the restaurant. It was almost empty. Worse it was mall like. No cute waitresses in great uniforms. Nothing funny and sunny and slightly lame brained. It was all mall and superimposed on a community, Lake George Village, that has far too much manufactured food\/clothing\/gift\/ you name it shops. We found, thank you to the internet and a member of our group who had wanted to go to Ho Jo\u2019s, a waterside restaurant that seemed to belong in Lake George, the Docksider. Lovely vodka tonics and a great deal of laughing over the HoJo excursion.<\/p>\n

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