Of course, we had to start off with the touristy thing and took the subway to the Staten Island Ferry:
It was their first time on a NYC subway and they were drunk with enthusiasm. I'd been telling them about the unnatural largeness of NYC rats, so Aaron immediately wanted to track one down and take its picture. In the meantime, Pat and Aaron couldn't get over how dirty the subways were. London subways are immaculate and actually smell like flowers (exaggeration). Pat wasn't thrilled about the thought of seeing a rat, but she still had a smidgen of curiosity. Aaron could think of nothing else, so as we were heading toward the ferry, we all searched the tracks for rodents. FINALLY, at the last moment before we got on the last train to the ferry, we found a small one sucking on a Twizzlers bag. : )
Anyway, here are Aaron and Pat on the ferry:
Once we got to Staten Island we didn't even step outside of the terminal. We immediately made a U-turn and boarded the next ferry heading back to NY.
We were starting to get pretty ravenous at that point, so I thought it'd be a great idea to take a trip to DUMBO and sit down for the best pizza known to man. (Not an exaggeration.) Pat and Aaron don't know from good pizza in London and France. People line up for hours and come from all walks of life (well, from all over the state of New York) to experience this special recipe of dough, cheese and sauce.
The place is called Grimaldi's and it rocks the mutha house. They do pizza RIGHT. We waited in line for 30 minutes (in the 95-degree-heat!). It kinda felt like we were waiting to get on a ride at Great Adventure. There was great enthusiasm as if we were on a line at great adventure. Like...a tasting ride for taste buds. Anyway, when we finally made it inside, we took no time at all to decide on two "small" pies.
Here they are now:
We ate it all up in no time. I mean, we seriously ate so fast the waiter was concerned. (Well, not really, but we did eat everything quickly.) Oh and neither one of them had ever tried Root Beer before, so we ordered them up some of that stuff. Pat said that it tasted like vanilla cough syrup. Aaron was also completely unimpressed, but still managed to drink it all. We laughed about how artificial soda is and how obsessed Americans are with soda in general...and with large portions.
When we left Grimaldi's we were stuffed and exhausted. And I don't quite know why *I* was so exhausted. I mean, they were the ones with jet-lag, but after eating all that pizza, I felt like I had been up for three days straight. When we finally made it to my house, we all collapsed on the couch. I had a lovely chat with Pat. She's very warm and engaging and simply wonderful. Aaron fell asleep pretty quickly (around 9pm) and I gathered my things and grabbed my extra key and headed out by 10pm and made my way over to Z's place. Z and I headed off to Florida in the morning for four days of baseball...