New York: Day Three
On our last whirlwind day in New York City, Eric almost got run over by a grocery cart.
After enjoying a lunch of a cheese blintz with strawberry rhubarb sauce and crab asparagus soup (me), spinach & feta croissant and chicken noodle soup (Eric) at Zabar's Cafe, we ventured next door. It was around 1:00 p.m. and the specialty food store was chock-full of ladies of a certain age with fur coats. One of them sighted Eric and charged at him with her cart at full speed. For no apparent reason. I guess she could tell that we were not native to her store. We ducked out of the way and headed over to the coffee bean section where things were a bit calmer. But we kept moving since we didn't know what other determined grocery cart drivers were lurking around the corner waiting to strike. We came away with Demerara sugar (which I could not find in Baltimore), a "Dagoba" dark chocolate bar, and a new tea ball. (Ever since reading Chez Pim's "For the love of tea!" post, I'd been on the lookout for a larger mesh tea ball. Zabar's upstairs kitchen shop seemed a good place to get one.)
We left Zabar's with our kneecaps intact, and headed for the Museum of Modern Art, again, and this time it was open and teeming with people.