After almost seven years, New York City doesn't jump in you face as it used to in the first years after we moved here and we need to dig a little deeper to explore the city. That's why we decided to see what's going on in those countless hotel bars spread all over Manhattan.
The idea came to us when we walked along Park Avenue on an Sunday afternoon, which is something that only tourists are doing as there are only office buildings around - and the Waldorf Astoria hotel. Being in the mood for something different, we walked in to have a drink at the bar.
The Waldorf as actually a bunch of bars (five to be precise), but the first one we stumbled upon was Sir Harry's, right left from the lobby. The Waldorf by itself is so laden with history, real one and made up one in movies, that we expected this bar to be a very special place with special people doing some special business.
Of course that's not the case, at least not on a Sunday. The place was mildly filled, exclusively with tourists. Instead of a live piano player there's a TV screen showing football and a wild music selection from tape (something between Ella, Italian canzione and pop music). At least the prices were as expected: outrageous. But the wine was decent and the service friendly, so nothing really to complain about.
Two more interesting tidbits: The bar stools are dangerous - during the 45 minutes we stayed, two of them fell over accidentally. And the bathrooms are free now (as opposed to my last visit in '96), means nobody is in there who passive-aggressively asks for tip.
In the end we had a nice, but unspectacular time. The best thing was, however, that I could convince Elke that we need the Panasonic LX3 for our upcoming vacation. Maybe this wouldn't have worked in a less luxurious environment.