I was fascinated recently by this article declaring New Orleans the perfect spot for a one-stop, not-so-expensive, nor so international, version of the inspiring journey of self-discovery described in EAT, PRAY, LOVE. I adore this idea.
I love the challenge to celebrate all three of these concepts in any city and in our own lives. We can’t all take a year-long sabbatical to explore them in the international locations featured in the book and described as the pinnacle of each (eating in Italy, praying in India, loving in beautiful Bali). But we can look for them all around us all the time. And certainly, our travels should be fairly well-rounded with representation from all three, don’t you think? And is it just me, or would this be a fabulous theme for graduation trips?
I only had to think for a moment to realize how these concepts played into my recent tour of New York City. Of course, the praying was a big one for me. I’d been dreaming of a visit to New York City for many years. The experience was almost wholly spiritual for me as I prayed it wouldn’t disappoint me, that I wouldn’t feel like a stranger there or somehow unqualified to be a part. And then once I was there, I spent every moment so grateful, so filled with love for this amazing city, that I felt much more on a spiritual plane than not. Still, I can point to certain experiences that really embodied the concepts, eat, pray, and love.
Playwright Irish Pub III
We only ate delicious food on this trip, but I can hardly call myself a food critic. If you make it and serve it to me, I’ll probably be pretty thrilled already for the simple fact that I didn’t have to cook it myself. We ate pasta, burgers, cheesecake, and salad – all to die for. But my favorite restaurant experience by far, the one that truly was an experience and not just food on a plate, happened at the Playwright Irish Pub not far from Times Square.
I ordered a salad for my meal there, so I balked a bit when they brought me a salad as my first course as well. Determined to please, they swept the offending (hardly) salad away when I mentioned the dilemma and replaced it with a soup called simply vegetable but which I enjoyed so thoroughly that I whipped out my camera and took a picture before I finished. See the homey stoneware bowl and the delicate doily? If only you could taste it, though. that vegetable soup was the smoothest, richest, most deliciously Irish vegetable soup I’ve every sipped from a spoon. I soaked my bread in it, I drank it in, I oohed and ahed, and generally lapped up every last drop with a delight surely even Julia Roberts couldn’t top in the recent film adaption of the memoir on topic.
After the soup and two more delicious courses, we stepped out on the patio for drinks and found ourselves in the most relaxing, the most delightful moment of our trip thus far.
This was my Eat. And I so did.
St. Paul’s Chapel by the World Trade Center
I’ve already mentioned the overwhelmingly spiritual attitude I maintained throughout my experience, but there were a couple spaces that were far more pray than not. And one was at St. Paul’s Chapel just past the World Trade Center Site. This part of Manhattan still maintains a certain reverential hush, remembering the tragedy of 9/11. Even the construction site seems quieter, more respectful than most. And just past that, you’ll find St. Paul’s, an antique church, standing unobtrusively among the skyscrapers and glass-sided buildings of the financial district all around. This church miraculously still stands despite the spray of rubble, smoke, and debris on 9/11.
Inside, memorials stand to that day, stories of love and loss and of heroism. I stood beside this bench a long time, imagining the hundreds of rescue workers lying there throughout the day, their tool belts still gripped to their waist, tearing and scratching at the paint on St. Paul’s pews, as the workers struggled to rest between shifts. What a story they tell.
As if the memorials, the chapel, and the pretty cemetery outside are not enough to evoke prayer, the chapel actually held a small service while we there. Many gathered for it, a daily Prayer for Peace, that began during the aftermath of 9/11. If you’re looking for a peaceful outlet to your emotions surrounding the World Trade Center Site, or if you’re looking for a time of prayer for any reason during your day, The Little Chapel that Stood is just the place to find it.
Top of the Rock for Romance
Every street in New York City offered romance for me in one way or another. I felt I was experiencing the opening scenes to every NYC romantic comedy I had ever loved. I enjoyed being there alone but constantly imagined being there with my spouse. And still, it seemed like a great city to be single, that it hade limitless possibility for those chance kinetic meetings of which single people dream.
But for me the greatest feeling of romance came on Top of the Rock. First of all, let’s face it, I was having a love affair with the City, and Top of the Rock offered the best experience with it. I could touch it; after all, I was standing on one of its most iconic attractions. But I also viewed it from a distance, the better to take in all its glory and just admire every street and parkway. Top of the Rock is also so well-designed. Its observatory is highly inviting, spacious, and modern. It offers two levels, the higher one completely open-air. And it’s just screaming for couples. This would be my choice for love, the place I’d want to stand beneath the arm of someone I loved as we talked and talked while gazing over the City. I’m sure there are more intimate places for a date, places to combine the eating and the love. But of the New York City places I experienced, Top of the Rock was the one where I felt this third concept the most.
What about you and your city? Or perhaps, if you have more NYC experience than me – which wouldn’t be difficult – you have different ideas for the eat/pray/love experience there. And after this post, don’t you agree that this would make a wonderful theme for your last great trip with friends?