01 Winter Wonder City
The first New York City snowstorm of the winter is one of the world’s great urban sensations. It’s a weather event to stand alongside the opening deluge of the monsoon in Delhi, or the start of spring in Paris.
This is an account of a snowy, December visit. Other seasons are available.
To the trigger of the opening snowflake, New Yorkers select from their white-out wardrobe. They take to the streets in high-style mittens, mufflers and snow boots. As soon as there is a white carpet deep enough to support them, there will be skiers in Central Park.
In this city, the dumping of several thousand tons of chilled moisture is a foreseeable occurrence. Nothing need grind to a halt. An entire city glides, prepared, primed and uncomplaining, into heavy weather mode. In the land of boundless opportunity there is no “wrong” type of snow. Free enterprise sees to it that willing sweepers step forward to clear the sidewalks, at a price.
We were there at the start of December, and this snowfall was early. Were those the last days of the old “normal”, or one of the first indications that the city was in for a meteorologically rocky ride? For the record, and here the statisticians record these big weather events as the British archive cricket scores, this was the earliest December 5 snowfall since 1938. It’s a measure of how things may, or may not, be changing that this record has been broken several times since.
First it had to start, and that was foretold, almost to the minute. We woke to a shivering city, strafed by a north easterly out of Newfoundland. Weather forecast wars were raging on the TV news channels. Correspondents spaced along the turnpikes of New Jersey (under-road heating keeps traffic flowing nicely) charted the advance of the low pressure system which had been swaggering up from the south west for the past three days.
A TV station had a helicopter up over the Hudson. It showed the first live shots of out-runner snowflakes. They had predicted a 7.15 am start; the snow actually arrived in Midtown at 7.25. Then it fell all day.
In this well-ordered city you can conduct your business, or pursue your visit as a tourist (and take the chance to dive indoors whenever you can), undeterred by the great white force of nature, which is outside enveloping everything. But first, to breakfast.
02 What to see and do
The Big Apple breakfast
One golden rule of the Big Apple visit is take your breakfast out. It’s each to his speciality in this town. The reasoning seems to be: you don’t sleep in a restaurant, so why should you eat in a hotel? Starting at daybreak, there’s massive culinary opportunity out there, from standard diners to early-opening restaurants.
We headed to Sarabeth’s on Madison Av. New Yorkers were already meeting friends, doing business or sitting alone with the papers at shortly after 8 am. A waitress in long apron was at our table with the coffee even as we sat down. Outside a fashion parade of children trudged to their smart schools through a thickening stratum of snow on the sidewalks. We ordered a Goldie Lox (scrambled egg, salmon and creamed cheese), and Banana Blueberry Breakfast Blizzard, with a side order of Abricadabra, a health giving house concoction of apricots with fresh pineapple and currants.
Staten Island ferry
We called a sightseeing truce and rode the Staten Island ferry. Applying literally the ‘everything has a price in the US’ mantra, this short crossing would cost $50, maybe $100; instead tramp and billionaire alike troop on for nothing. You ride this ferry from the toe of Manhattan, of course, not for the trip out but for the return. This is how it was for all those immigrant millions approaching NY by water.
On our return it was too cold to step on deck. The Island was etched against clear deep blue chill.
Metropolitan Museum of Art
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, on 5th Av and 82nd – two million works of art gathered from the world. Our first stop was the museum’s Medieval Sculpture Hall for the Christmas tree, with its warm aura of the Mediterranean. 18th-century Neapolitan angels and cherubs perched in its boughs, above a Baroque crèche. This annual display was set in front of the 18th-century Spanish choir screen from the Cathedral of Valladolid. Tasteful recorded music of the season played.
Macys Miracle on 34th Street
The weather was probing a weak point. New York’s snow control couldn’t handle the gutters, now brimming with slush; put a foot out of place and we were in, ankle-deep. So, slapping the icy patina off our coats, we dived into Macy’s on Herald Square, projecting warmth and cheer like some retailing supernova, alongside the mere stars of the lesser stores all around it. You could wander for several days in here. At every check-out they were selling – in effect – Macys the Movie, the original, 1947, Miracle on 34th Street. Macy’s is the hub of the US Christmas experience.
If the weather permits, a fulfilling shoppers evening stroll should take in the Rockefeller Centre Christmas tree. We had seen it lit the night before by some high city figure, protected by a cordon of cops, each the size of a giant redwood. Then to Lord and Taylor, on 5th Avenue between 38th and 39th, usually voted the most elaborate window displays – ‘These windows stop traffic!’ – followed by Saks 5th Avenue.
Dylan Thomas in New York
Grand Central Station
On an icy day in NYC one of the finest (free) places to stay warm is the once again grand Grand Central Station, architect Whitney Warren’s epic 1913 building behind a triumphant facade featuring statues of Hercules, Minerva and Mercury. The photograph of the Concourse – travellers spot-lit by four shafts of sunlight – adorns many a student wall, as well as mine.
It took the intervention of Jacqueline Kennedy and others to save this Beaux-Arts marvel from possible termination. Nearly every surface was cleaned or repaired, including the half-acre of Tennessee marble in the Concourse, and that astonishing map of the Galaxy on the ceiling.
Out of many food outlets we chose the Oyster Bar, under vaulted ceilings of Gustavino tiles. You forget this is still a railway station, not some great secular cathedral full of space and light and gold fittings and elegance. We headed back up 5th Av. to our hotel. Behind us the setting sun caught the tip of the biggest Christmas decoration of all, the red and green of the Empire State building.
(As an aside, the movie of The Girl on the Train, transferring its setting from or England to the US, used Grand Central as the terminus for the heroine’s commutes – it is the totally non-atmospheric Euston Station in London in the book. This is my piece on the imaginative timetabling in the original.)
Big Nick's Pizza
“We are hands down the best pizza joint. All of our specialty pies and slices are delicious.”
I can endorse the spirit of that claim, if not the bit about “all”, having only tasted two on our two visits. But just as archaeologists recently proclaimed a site in Kent as the likely place where Julius Caesar landed in 55BC on the strength of a single hob nail from a Roman boot, I’m willing to support their statement from the evidence of a single bite.
Where to stow your suitcase during the day
Suitcase storage firm LuggageHero opened its first outlets in New York on 1st December 2017. In the first month the company says it looked after more than 1000 pieces of luggage, which is a figure the London outlets took six months to achieve.
03 Places to stay
New England lies to the north
If any visitor feels the urgent need to leave New York, then perhaps he our she made a wrong choice in the first place. There is a warmth and vitality I have not felt in any other US city, and in few cities in the world. But if you really need to go, try New England, to the north