I've never been much of a fan of spectator sports; unless it's wrestling, World Wrestling Entertainment to be precise. To my bitter disappointment there were no matches scheduled in NYC for the dates of my trip meaning I wouldn't be able to enjoy Alberto Del Rio raising Hell in a Cell in nothing but his briefs.
So tickets were bought to the basketball. The New York Knicks v San Antonio Spurs at Madison Square Gardens. A few things transpired.. I had the best time of my life waving a giant foam finger and cheering on the incredible Tony Parker who despite being a shawty at 6ft2 totally ruled the court. It dawned on me that the best way to impress a girl is to take her on a date to an NBA game. But consider yourself warned, as chances are you'll see her cursing like a sailor, fist pumping the air and demolishing a 5ft corn dog. But dates aside, if you've wronged me in some way anytime post 1989 then I'd really like to let you make it up to me with tickets to a game.
The day after the Knicks we had a hale and hearty breakfast of red velvet before subwaying downtown to visit the 911 memorial.
The New York subway is a surreal experience and feels like an insane asylum at the best of times. People talk to themselves, preach, sing at the top of their voices and shake their moneymaker for dolla'. Of course this journey was no different.
The 9/11 memorial is a place of rememberance for those who lost their lives in the attacks. In all honesty, I wasn't sure what to expect. How could one possibly convey the loss and tragedy experienced by thousands of families on that one day in September?
The memorial consists of two waterfalls set in the original footprints of the twin towers. The pools are bordered by bronze parapets inscribed with the names of those who lost their lives. I was in no way prepared for how poignant the overall effect would be. Standing by the pools with nothing but the sound of rushing water and the sight of thousands of names I was overwhelmed with emotion. It was truly the most heartwrenching experience.
Note: If visiting, you must reserve and print your passes online beforehand. Be prepared to queue and go through security.
After visiting the memorial we stopped for lunch at Charly's, which is a 2 minute walk (110 Trinity Place). From the outside the place looked utterly gross and inside it wasn't much better, but there's no arguing with a hungry man. We had the Philly Steak which was unreal. It's essentially a baguette stuffed with steak cooked with onions and loads of melted cheese, avec cheesy fries. So good it'll have you licking sandwich juice off your fingers.