We had joked briefly about going to Sleepy Hollow, and when we saw how close it was, it sort of became an inevitable destination. We left Nyack, and noshed on some rugelach as the rain poured down on the car and we tried to figure out where to go next. Of course, I’m not sure if the gallery alone is worth a trip to Nyack, but hell, if you’re in the area (and I can’t think of why you would be), it’s not a bad stop. It just goes to show you that even if a place doesn’t meet all your expectations, it can still be great. But after touring the gallery (which had the work of some legitimately talented local artists up), I left feeling not at all disappointed. I know it’s frivolous, but I really liked seeing his bicycle.Īlright, alright, I’ll admit, a rusty old bike, a messy studio, and stories about cats on leashes might not be everyone’s cup of tea. The artist who rents that space has been in Germany for forever and a day, so we were able to poke our heads through the door. Plus, we got to sneak into Edward Hopper’s bedroom. The inside of the house was kind of cool, and substantially drier than than the rest of Nyack. There was an upside to the whole thing, though. No, no it’s not a joke? You’re being perfectly serious? You don’t have the budget for security, and therefore you aren’t allowed to have any of Edward Hopper’s work in your building, even though his effing name IS ON THE SIGN OUT FRONT? ARE YOU SERIOUS? Plus, Hopper’s works are rarely on display, so the fact that we were going to a museum dedicated to his work was totally exciting and –Įrr … sorry, what’s that you say, lovely little old lady who works at the front desk? You don’t have any Hoppers at the Hopper House Museum? That’s a joke, right? He’s a huge fan of Hopper, and he’d always wanted to visit the museum. I blame Rand.ĭon’t let Rand’s expression fool you: he was excited about the museum. We had so much damn fun in our crazy hotel in the middle of nowhere (when I wasn’t suppressing the urge to tell some 11-year-old to go wash the whore off her face). The craziest part of all of it? We had fun. After all, why listen TO A GUY WHO FRIGGIN FOUNDED A SITE THAT PROVIDES REAL HOTEL REVIEWS? Why listen, when instead you can stay at the Hannah Montana House of Ill-Repute? HUH, RAND? In Eytan’s defense, the hotel we chose was not actually on his list of recommend ones. Let me tell you: the sight of underage little girls dolled up like prostitutes, set against a backdrop of polyester and unfulfilled dreams is not one I will soon forget. Seriously, the producers of Mad Men have got to shoot some scenes here).Īnd just in case that wasn’t enough weird, the hotel was hosting a girls’ dance competition. Sure, it might have been only 20 minutes away, but the Hilton in Rye Brook, where we stayed, could arguably have been on another planet. Or another decade: just stepping inside makes you feel as though you’ve gone through a decorating time warp (Landing you in circa 1963. In fact, I’ve never been anywhere outside of Manhattan.Īnd believe me: we were far, far outside of Manhattan. Besides, the wedding was in New Rochelle, NY. Eytan Seidman (of fame) was getting hitched, and we couldn’t miss it. Posted in: 24 hours, Attractions, Awesome, City Guide, Local ColorĪ few weeks ago, we headed to New York for the weekend for a friend’s wedding.
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