The storms arrived on our third day, but thanks to some uncanny timing we only needed our umbrellas for minor portions of our walking. While we were at breakfast, the sky opened up and released torrents of rain – we watched from behind a restaurant window. Once it got that out of its system, however, the sky lightened and only lightly spritzed for the remainder of the trip.
Taking advantage of the break, we walked and did some window shopping (well, I may have shopped more than windows, but cashmere on sale is always worth the investment). Our matinee that day was ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ and based on the music I knew we were in for a treat.
The show did not disappoint, and if you want to go on a roller-coaster of meaningful, cathartic musical magic, get your tickets now. After such emotional extremes, we stopped for a cocktail at Randolph’s, conveniently located at the Warwick, then got ready for a late dinner near the Pierre.
(Don’t ask me about my decision-making when it came to booking a restaurant that specialized in rotisserie chicken; how do you not do it decently? And why would I pick a place that’s serving $40 dishes when I can get the same thing at the local market for $6.99?) Regardless, the atmosphere and the company was enjoyable, and we made the most of our last dinner of this Mother’s Day Broadway weekend.
There was only one breakfast left…
