Dinner with Friends

Weekend in Chicago

I'm sorry, this is a little out of chronological order...

 

Over President's Weekend my husband and I went to Chicago.  We got a wonderful rate on a suite at a gorgeous new hotel, Public.  It's a new Ian Schraeger and the service is just so incredibly bad, that... well, I really have no words but they are giving us the same suite for free when we go over Memorial Day Weekend (which we are only going because we have a free room).

I left a message for the concierge who took three days and much insisting on my part to call me back and when he finally did he didn't apologize or explain why he never called.  From talking to the lovely Front Desk Manager who acted as my concierge, I already knew the concierge was off on Monday's and Tuesday's, but he never offered any explanations.  When I asked him why there was no out of office message on his phone saying that, his answer was a very nasty, "that's against company policy".  Wouldn't the company policy be to have good customer service and to manage expectations?  I guess not. 

We had lunch with friend at the hotel's restaurant, The Pump Room, which was so wonderful, including the service, that we wanted to go back for dinner, even though we had reservations already for Sunday night.  They were very sweet and squeezed us in.  I had asked that front desk manager, weeks before if we could and should dress up for the restaurant and she said we could wear anything from an evening gown to a t-shirt but that jeans and a jacket was the popular look.  She was so OFF!!!  Almost all the women were in cocktail dresses exccept me.  I AM NEVER UNDER DRESSED! EVER!!!!!!!!!!  I'm always the most dressed up person in the room and that is just how I like it.  I was uncomfortable and I was angry-but the restaurant was just as wonderful at dinner!

Saturday morning we asked for directions to The Chicago History Museum, which we were given but they were also "off".  If we didn't ask for directions from a passing stranger we would still be walking around that lake!!! We went to Chicago because there was an exhibit there I wanted to see, Charles James.  He was an important designer through the 40's and 50's, American, educated in England, and alternating his shows between Paris and New York every few seasons.  The museum did a lovely job.  The curators did CT scans of each piece and became so fascinated with the construction they found that they created muslins to display each section so that the visiting public could see and understand the construction.  Each piece's ID card had a photo of the Chicago society matron in her dress and it told each dress' story.  My only complaint was that the room wasn't big enough so there was not enough to see!  :) 

Charles James holds a special place in my heart as in 1983 there was an hisotrically improtant exhibit of his work at the Brooklyn Museum. I was in college then, Pratt Institute for Fashion Merchandising and a group of my friends and I were asked to be docents for the opening night party.  They took over the Number 4, a NYC subway train, painted it white, inside and out, had a cocktail party at Grand Central, got everyone on board and went to the Brooklyn Museum (the 4 stops right outside the front door).  We poured champagne for the guests before our docent duties began.  Who were the guests you might ask???  Perry Ellis, Mary McFadden, Calvin Klein, Donna Karan, Carolina Herrera to name just a few.  Betsy Bloomingdale and CZ Guest were just a few of the society ladies who were on that train!!!  And Perry Ellis told my friend Larry he liked his look!!! Larry was wearing a vintage shawl collared tuxedo jacket with woolen plaid pants, Converse high tops, and had a dinner napkin in his pocket instead of pocket square.  Sorry, I had on a simple Ralph Lauren evening gown-black silk cut on the bias, one shoulder, not nearly as quirky.  It was quite a highlight of my life, that night!!

We took a taxi back to the hotel, dropped off our gift store purchaces and then wandered off to Michigan Avenue.  We had a tres charmant lunch and then went looking for cocktail clothes for our Sunday night dinner at The Pump Room.  We found beautiful things at H&M as we always do! We went to See, our favorite eyeglasses store and discovered the joys of Forever 21. We went back to the hotel and changed for our dinner at Roka Akor, same owners as the Roka we loved in London a few weeks before!!!

We left the hotel at about 8:45 and saw a couple getting out of a taxi, waited till they go out and started to get in.  Some horrible blonde man in an over coat came running up to me, shoved me over and slammed closed the door to the taxi, saying, "ma'am there is a clear taxi line here and I expect you to use it!"  I came out of my shock and turned around.  I asked him, with a long sweep of my arm, where is a clear taxi line?? And, I said, "I really don't care what you expect, anyway, we are guests here and you work here-let's decide who gets to tell whom what to do, shall we'?  By this time my wonderful husband commandeered us a taxi across the street and off we went.  We had a marvelous time, the awful concierge had decided to try to make it up to us, and he made the reservation for us.  When we got there they knew we were "his" and greeted us by name! He had also included an appetizer for us, though to be honest, I don't like that he chose it, even if we were at a Japanese restuarant, not everyone eats sushi! But he tried and I applaud that.

Getting back to into the hotel was an equally horribly ordeal.  We got our of our taxi and walked to the front door where we were again, bodily stoppped from going in and our room keys rudely DEMANDED.  I argued a bit and finally gave in and showed the key.  We stomped over to the front desk and demanded the hotel manager-I really had had quite enough of this horrible service by this point.  They kept treating us like criminals not like guests of a glam boutique hotel.  Guess who was the night manager? They fool who wouldn't let us in.  He did beg us to let him explain.  I said he could but at the same time nothing he could say would make me change my mind or feel better.  They restaurant was so "hot" that there were so many people waiting, they had to ask for room keys so that bar guests wouldn't sneak in.  I said that I could think of many better systems for that than the one they were using, that their restaurant capacity problems were not my problem.  I  turned back back to the front desk and insisted they have a real manager call me in the morning and swept us upstairs. Livid at this point.

Sunday we had a lovely day wandering round and a marvelous dinner again. Of course the manager didn't call. We went home on Monday and he called a little while after we got home.  I had calmed down by this point and offered my frutstrations with all the serivce and made suggestions on how they could handle that hotness of the restaurant.  He knew how to offer correct serivce and promised changes and offered us the free suite.  When we get there in May we'll invite friends in for breakfast!  I don't expect much but it's a free suite and then I will be done with the place for a long time, nor will I recommend it.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ugliest Couple on Earth

While I was on the train yesterday I happen to sit across from a couple who I swear was the ugliest I have ever seen.  She had on a wrap dress in olive green with a black print that was a blown up computerized lace print, with olive lace tights ??!?!?! and purple studded flats!?!?!?!?!??!!  Oh and I cannot forget that she carried a red tote with a blue zigzag pattern on it.  She had thinning wiry charcoal hair pulled back, with a face that I could not look at and yet could not look away from-leathery yet droopy skin and a dark line around her face where her jawbone curves under her chin.  It looked like she was a woman who had a face transpant but they didn't choose the right front for her-I wanted her to go back to the face store and return it.

He had on a navy coat that was 20 sizes to big for him, like a small boy wearing his father's overcoat.  a chopped haircut where pieces stood up but in all different directions and at different lengths.  His shoes were like boats and he wasn't that big a guy. His face looked like he had one too many chemical peels.

 

I just don't get it. And thanks for listening.

Love Affair with New York

It was an incredibly beautiful day yesterday and I desperately wanted to avoid that raucous parade so I chose the edge of nowhere.  The upper west side.  Way out of my comfort zone and a food wasteland! 

I went to see the beautifully done Stephen Jones hat exhibition at the Bard Graduate Center, 4 floors of everything from antique hats (as old as the 1500's!) to wacky modern ones each in cases separated by style, or by inspiration.  There was a case devoted to floral inspirations, animal inspirations, tri-cornered 18th century men's hats, 19th century top hats...In each case was the main inspiration piece and the modern adaptations.  I was drawn more to the old hats, I thought some of the modern ones were a bit silly and therefore making fun of women-which I never approve of.  I began to play a game with myself, could I pick out the antiques in each case??  In most cases I was right!  I enjoyed myself immensely. 

Again, in a bid avoid the tumultuous St. Patrick's Day Parade, because I hate being squashed in large groups but large groups of drunken suburban teenagers is hardly appealing.  I needed lunch and wandered down Columbus Avenue.  I ate in a very nice Thai restaurant, Tale, having papaya salad and chicken/shrimp dumplings (yes, both were mushed up inside).  I was so happy they didn't have dessert as I found a Pinkberry a few blocks down! Pinkberry is my favorite!  I wandered down Columbus Avenue and memory lane as my husband and I used to go there to wander pretty often... I remembered our favorite restaurants and shops... which are no longer there though have been replaced by other restaurants and shops...When I got to The Time Warner Center I wandered inside and talked to a friend for a bit...we decided together that there was nothing very interesting on 6 or 7th Avenues between 59th St and 14th St and I COULD NOT go onto 5th or Madison!!!  So I took the train to 14th St and wandered around meat pakcing and into the west village.  I stopped into the Apple Store to buy a case for my brand new iPhone.  It's very chic and urban, all black runner with a shiny band of black plastic across the bottom.

I stopped into Charles Nolan, which has beautiful things-modern and vintage, some lovely jewelry, clothes and tabletop...The candelsticks I really loved, had their design roots in the 19th Century but had been stripped of their baroque decorativeness and were just glass silhouettes-very graceful and elegant but exciting-and much too heavy to carry around.  I'll have to go back one day with a car.  Wandering down Hudson St I came across a magnificent shop full of glasses of every size, color, shape, and century-though, I coveted much, tragically I could buy NOTHING!  Nothing was less than $28 a glass and when I buy these things at flea markets they are under $10 a glass. Even though spending money is my hobby I just could not justify such an outrageous purchase and who can buy one glass? As often as I entertain I need at least 4 as I can always mix and match with other pieces but 6 or 8 is better...

I found a shop that had gorgeous opague glass glasses/vases/votive holders-you could use them for any of those things... I really didn't want to buy one but had spent charming time chatting with the sales people and really do like them (trust me, if I TRULY didn't want to buy one nothing could guilt me into doing that), but since I always err on the side of black, that's the one I chose. And, I have many things at home it will go with. A block or two furthur I found an antique pottery shop, Leo Designs.  I had a hard time choosing what to buy there as there were many exquisite pieces.  I fell in love with a McCoy (late 19th and early 20th Century pottery) vase for my mother for Mother's Day but knew I could never part with it so I bought a second piece to give her!  What fun!  I'll take pictures tonight and put them up in the next few days...

I also wandered into Hudson River Flowers which is a shop that opened just before Sept 11.  In August of 2011, in that shop was the first time I had ever seen cranberry calla lillies and I was determined to go back for them for a Thanksgiving arrangement in November of 2001, which I did (requiring a great deal of effort as in those days as not all the trains were back to running yet) and it was spectacular.  I wandered in with nostaliga, but there are differnet owners now and I didn't love the flowers as much.

I walked down to Spring St, then across to the 6 train to stop at Grand Central for fish from Wild Edibles (the best!!) then walked up Lexington Ave towards my husband.  I had effectively avoided the parade until this moment but there were bands of tourist families, and drunken teenagers all over the street.  I saw that Jean Louis David had a sale-blowouts for $25 so I sought and found refuge.  When I left it was only about 10 minutes before I had to meet my husband...

I had a lovely day and then cooked dinner for us-a date in the dining room with cocktails is always a perfect way to finish a day and begin an evening.

 

 

 

 

 

Cocktails at the Bar

I went, for the first time in 15 Years, to Bemelman's Bar at the Carlyle Hotel and it was glorious. It was the very pinnacle of elegance and I felt even more so than I usually do.  I had read an article in Edible Manhattan about it and a powerful craving for a gin martini. A true classic and at a true classic.

It was more crowded at 6 pm than I expected though I would imagine people after work, on upper Madison Avenue go there. Or before dinner. The room was dark but for the pale wallpaper, full of the whimsy of Peter Rabbit like characters frolicking in Central Park. It was loud with the laughter of upper east ladies who lunch in their dark sheath dresses and blonde coiffures, the dark was deeper with the gentlemen on their phones in dark suits. I found the only seat at the bar. It was too far away for the bartender to see me and waiters only paid attention to the tables. After a moment a seat opened up in front of the rather attractive bartender, which I took. I ordered my Negroni but asked which gins were available. I was a bit disappointed that list was so mainstream, especially for the nightmarish price of $19.50++!!!!!???? The group around laughed with me at the bartender's spirited recitation and tried to make him do it again backwards in the same order. It was a textbook cocktail and frankly for that exorbitant fee I expected better but I had a fun evening overall and am glad I went.  Sitting at that bar in my designer clothes made me feel that I was a Park Avenue Princess.  I crossed my legs, and looked out over the room-suddenly my legs felt 10 feet long!

A man say down next to me and immediately flirted, and quite outrageously so. Every other sentence was how erotic my movements were. Ok, I did look good in one of my pencil skirts with a rather long slit, a high necked blouse over which was a very fitted very masculine vest, though 1/2 the back is cut out to be replaced by a chiffon floral fabric. He over did it on purpose and I had blast!!! He wanted to fight my husband for me. We both laughed a lot. He bought me a second cocktail, which I truly did not ask for or need. Once I started getting tipsy I stopped drinking but it was too late, when my husband picked me up I was drunk and uncomfortable. As soon as my husband called, I packed my belongings and started to say good bye, but my one night stand, whose name I do not know, had already turned to the woman on his other side As my husband says, "Easy come easy go"