Hell’s Kitchen

Hell’s Kitchen

We dolled up for an evening out in New York City.   Southern girls always dress well.  Most of the time we were in New York City, we found that we were overdressed but continued the tradition.   Our evening began in the bar of the Waldorf.  As we took our places at the bar, I found myself next to a girl from Ohio.   She was staying at the Waldorf on business for a major bank, having meetings with the Crisis Management Team in the city.  Next to Linda was a couple from the midwest, vacationing.  With our martinis we were served nut snacks and olives and I suppose those appetizers contributed to our most expensive martinis.  The bill was over $30 for two martinis.  We bid farewell and left the hotel.  Our taxi driver was from Sri Lanka.  He deposited us in the heart of what appeared to be the Theater District and many restaurants.  We strolled past Broadway Joe’s and chose a quiet Italian restaurant with white tablecloths.  The place was not busy and was intimate.