In the fall of 2012 I got tickets to see The Colbert Report (may it rest in peace). I was there for less than 48 hours; in that time, I managed to walk the length of the High Line, climb the USS Maine Monument in Columbus Circle, hit Central Park and the Natural History Museum and the San Gennaro Festival in Little Italy and, perhaps most importantly of all — I crammed this down my gullet:
I had a ticket to see Peter and The Starcatcher on the second night, and I thought that a show about the origins of The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up called for The Dinner That Wouldn’t Grow up.
I selected one of the lovely donuts in the bakery case, and the gentleman behind the counter dipped it in chocolate and sprinkles for me; three scoops of ice cream later and BAM — a masterpiece of sugary delights!
I have to confess: not only did I eat the whole thing, but I went for Thai food on 9th Avenue after the show. Also, I may have had a cannoli and a deep-friend Snickers bar at various points.