We started off our second day in the city with a late brunch, having no energy to rise before ten AM. We selected an upscale place in Chelsea, amusingly titled Il Bastardo Restaurant and Wine bar. As we arrived, having heard their brunch was somewhat popular, we surprised to find the place deserted and trimmed head to toe with rainbow flags. No sooner had we been greeted by the sarcastic hostess that a line to get in quickly formed behind us and by the time we ordered our drinks the place was packed. No doubt their morning unlimited Momosa or Bloody Mary special brought in the crowds, because the food was not remarkable and the portions less than substantial. My first plate came equipped with it’s own larvae, and I was forced to send it back. The table conversation quickly morphed into restaurant horror stories with everything found in food from roaches to cigarette butts. After that not so yummy but very entertaining morning, we decided to hit the MOMA, which incidentally was steps away from our hotel.
I wasn’t quite sure what to expect. I knew that for the most part, modern art is often lost on me to such a degree I often avoid it like the plague. I thought at first when we stepped into the first room, abstract art, that my fears were confirmed. In the middle of the room lay a giant purple rowboat constructed (somehow) out of stuffed purple spandex tubes that made it resemble a sea anemone.
On the wall were various etchings of hair balls, and next to that, the letter “e” written in cursive over and over. Was I missing the profound meaning of these balls of hair or this purple spandex boat? Thankfully, the next room was remarkably different, and every room after that had something else to offer. One was all furniture and household objects from inventors, some designs well known, others obscure but still remarkably interesting. Some exhibits were actually functional, such as the scale model of New York city re-designed to recommend environmental changes in the event that global warming rises sea level enough to affect the city. I was even more surprised when I found out the top floor was almost entirely paintings by famous artists, and sitting right in the middle of it all, no frills, was Van Gogh’s “Starry Night.” You wouldn’t even have known it was there if it were not for the unusually large crowd of people standing around it. And although it was great to see it in person, I was more taken by a particular Picasso. I just love the colors, the symmetry, the shapes. If I ever find a print of it, it’s going on my wall!
Seeing all those paintings, which included Salvador Dali, Kandinsky, Diego Rivera, and others, was definitely the highlight of the trip, which was nicely finished off with an ice cream in the sculpture garden. And although the garden had less sculptures and more people, it was still incredibly pleasant to eat super delicious ice cream in the shade of beautiful birch trees rustling slightly below the gorgeous NYC architecture.
We finished the day off with some great Mexican food and a blues show in Greenwich Village. NYC is great for food, museums, and music. What more do you need?