New York Part II: Morimoto, The High Line, and Other Touristry

On our second day in New York City, we took a long stroll from our hotel in Midtown to dinner in The Meatpacking District via the High Line. It was magic hour, and thus it was extra magical. Not even hoards of other like-minded tourists could spoil it for us.

We traversed the entire High Line and took almost no pictures because we were too busy being awed (and I was too busy trying to figure out which building was the famous voyeur hotel -- it's the one above). Then it was dinner time. BATTLE dinner time, you could say.

What's that? Morimoto? You mean...

Yes, this Morimoto! The Iron Chef Japanese himself. Ever since being a loyal watcher of the original dubbed Iron Chef show in high school, I've wanted to try the food of the most badass Iron Chef of them all. And try we did.

It was super swanky on the inside, as you would expect from an eponymous celebrity chef restaurant in the Meatpacking District.

We decided not to half-ass the experience and opted for the Omakase (chef's choice) meal, so everything that arrived was a surprise. It started with tuna tartare and then was a blur of delicious plate after delicious plate. It was also appropriately dark and sexy in there, so all of the food photos turned out very... um, dark and sexy.


This was a meaty custard broth with veal tempura and was my favorite course...

All of these sushi pieces had that nice melt-in-your-mouth quality, but the fluke (second from right) was an unexpected star...

After we thought the dinner was finished, they still sent out a set of little mochi boobies. Morimoto, you salty old perv.

Also, the bathrooms had some of the coolest stalls I've ever seen. This photo is unfuckedwith.

The next morning we weren't too hungry, so we decided to have cheesecake for breakfast. You know, as one does.

The classic cheesecake, for which Junior's is most famous, was excellent. It was fresh and somehow light and we wolfed it down. The carrot cake cheesecake was a little more leaden and tasted like it had been in the fridge for awhile, probably because it's a product that doesn't move as fast. We couldn't finish it. WE COULDN'T FINISH IT! CARROT CAKE CHEESECAKE! (If you know me very well, that should be shocking.)

Afterwards we walked around the Midtown area and checked in with another celebrity chef pal, human Flaming Hot Cheeto Guy Fieri.

We also checked out Rockefeller Center, in order to pay homage to my soul sister Liz Lemon. 

Rockefeller Center also contains a store that feeds Jason's soul....

Look at that happy gentleman. He enjoyed the display of old Nintendo systems.


We also swung by Bryant Park....

And then thought about bustin' some ghosts (bustin makes us feel gooood.)

And we did all of this before lunch. Such is the majesty of NYC. 

Then we had to go back home to suburbia, of course, filled with BIG CITY DREAMS.