Every now and then I get wrapped up in a fantasy of how great it would be to live in New York City. Then I come here and it's 18 degrees and I remember -- THAT'S why I live in Southern California.
But I don't mind the cold when I'm visiting -- because I know at the end of the week I get to get on an airplane and leave it behind. I had enough of living through 4 months of winter when I was in DC.
Had a great dinner last night at Del Frisco's Double Eagle Steakhouse. I had a little trouble finding the restaurant and stepped into the Fox News Building for help. Fortunately, the directions they gave me were "fair and balanced."
Del Frisco's has a great view of Sixth Avenue at the south end of Rockefeller Center. I was starting to think it was a little too touristy, but then I saw former Mets manager Bobby Valentine coming in as I was leaving so I figure that's a pretty good endorsement. (It may not be the same as seeing Tommy Lasorda coming in to eat, in which case you know you're in for a fine meal.)
Caught the revival of Stephen Sondheim's "Pacific Overtures" last night. It's a musical about the tension between Japanese isolationism and Western commercialism. The conclusion that they beat us at our own game seems pretty sound to me. But it's not my favorite Sondheim musical. (That would be "Follies.")