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As a Taurus (and a total Type-A self-proclaimed overachiever), I hate admitting when I've failed. Failed at achieving a goal. Failed at meeting a deadline. Failed at keeping my word. Even typing the word "fail" makes me anxious and flushed and I hate the feeling associated with it. But, I'm an adult... And I have to learn to accept certain situations, learn from my mistakes, and move forward.
Anyone remember my vow to be a better blogger in 2010? Um... fail. Although I'm still writing and publishing posts, I'm consistently writing about restaurants I visited or recipes I created months ago. My intentions to write in a more timely manner have been overwhelmed by my commitment to my marathon training and my commitment to my volunteer responsibilities. And those commitments have been overwhelmed by this feeling of uneasiness I've been experiencing over what the hell I'm doing with my life. Yes. I'm healthy. I have a job I love. I live in one of the most fantastic cities in the world.
But something's missing and not being able to put my finger on it is consuming me. *sigh* Okay, focus... This isn't meant to be a "Dear Diary" entry...
Way back in June, my friend Candice and I decided to spend the day riding rented bicycles on Governors Island, so we met up at the Battery Maritime Building and took the ferry across.
Even though the trip across the water was short, we had plenty of time to enjoy the view of Lower Manhattan, the Statue of Liberty, and Ellis Island. And as we made our way around Governors Island on our bikes, we took even more time just take it all in.
By the time we rode the ferry back to Manhattan, we were in need of beverage, so we walked over to the South Street Seaport for dinner at Sequoia Restaurant. When we asked for a table outside, the hostess asked us whether we were there for Happy Hour or for dinner.
It took a minute for Candice and I to process the idea of a Happy Hour on the weekend (we're all for it, by the way) and admitted that our main objective was alcohol-related. The hostess then gave us the best tip ever: go inside, order our drinks, pay our tab, and come back outside for a table. Happy Hour prices only applied inside the restaurant. Ordering our drinks this way enabled us to take advantage of the lower prices!
Needless to say, our toast that evening was in honor of our hostess.
To keep things simple, Candice and I decided to share the Chesapeake Bay Blue Crab Cake Sliders ($16.95) served with fresh hand-cut French fries. Something about sitting at a table that overlooked the water made us both want seafood.
It turned out that one order of sliders was the right amount of food for us. The crab cake sliders were moist and almost creamy on the inside while still crispy on the outside. They were definitely made with generous amounts of crab meat. No room for filler in those bad boys! As for the French fries... They were tender on the inside, crispy on the outside, and not soggy from being left to sit in the oil too long. The French fries were so addictive on their own that I completely forgave the establishment for not carrying the malt vinegar that I desperately wanted to drizzle on top of them.
But the best part of the whole dinner?
Being able to watch a couple get married on one of the boats docked at the pier below us! The bride even thanked all of the extra guests after they exchanged their vows.
A seriously incredible ending to one of my favorite days in New York thus far.
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