We stayed in Jersey City, gambling the possible theft of our car against saving $100 a night. It also gave us the chance to experience the Port Authority Trans Hudson (PATH) light rail train into Manhattan. The cost to send two people round-trip from the Journal Square Transportation Center into Manhattan and back was the same as the toll to drive over a bridge into the city ($6), but with slightly less terror. First, though, we had lunch at Five Brothers Pizza, where you can get a really good sub sandwich, or roast chicken legs at a very economical $1 each, or for the more adventurous, quail with barley for three dollars.
We did go to Ground Zero when we got to Manhattan, because we just had to see it for ourselves. My only comment is about a sign hanging on the perimeter fence, which says "Liberty Street Open to the Public," and my comment is that someone had written my name on that sign. They even spelled it the way I do, which is really uncommon. That was kind of freaky.
We saw the Statue of Liberty from Battery Park, and all of Manhattan (and most of the other boroughs, some of upstate, and part of New Jersey) from the top of the Empire State Building. Two facts about the Empire State Building: the view from the top is amazing, and the basement is painted bright yellow. Go in the middle of the day; we went around 5:30 in the afternoon, and we only waited in line for about fifteen minutes, but by the time we left, the lines had easily tripled.
As you may recall, a member of New Jersey's Bergen County Harley Davidson riders told us back in Amarillo, Texas, that the best pizza in New York is at John's on Bleecker Street. You don't just ignore a recommendation like that, so we caught a cab to John's. (We tried to take the subway, but the train we were on was stopped indefinitely for a "medical emergency." I can't be certain, but I believe that was code for "someone jumped in front of the subway." Anyway, back to the pizza.) Apparently, a lot of people agree with our Harley friend; in addition it the various award clipping in the front window, a whole line of people waiting to get inside testified to the finetude of John's pizza. Try a pie with just sausage, you won't regret it unless of course you're a Hindu and get reincarnated as a liver fluke for eating meat. It's really good, but I'm not sure it's reincarnated-as-a-liver-fluke good. You know you're in the classiest joint in town when they have autographed pictures of Bruno Kirby and Vanilla Ice.
Now, John's Pizzeria was good, really good, but the tiramisu ice cream at Cones next door was amazing. I don't even like ice cream and I wanted to buy a second cone. Damn, that was some good ice cream. I don't care if you're a lactose-intolerant anorexic vegan, you have got to try the tiramisu ice cream at Cones, next to John's on Bleecker Street, between 6th and 7th.
And that ended our one-day tour of Manhattan.