The Gnome recommended the cheese plate, but I wasn't convinced that would be cheesy enough. So...fake pose time!
Also, for the record: MoMA is at 11 West 53rd Street, in case you find yourself at the mercy of the one cab driver in Manhattan who has apparently never heard of the Museum of Modern Art and attempts to drop you off a couple blocks away instead.
"I'm pretty sure that's it," he said, pointing at a random storefront.
"I'm pretty sure that's a Duane Reade," I said.
I was right, but we got out of the cab anyway, because after pulling up MoMA's website to track down the exact address, I learned that it was closed on Tuesdays, and thus, yesterday. Because we excel at planning. Or this was just another attempt by the universe to save us from our excruciating lameness, since we decided to go to the museum in the first place to specifically see an exhibition about kitchen cabinets.
And today, provided we are not foiled by Snowmaicesleetcapocalyptico 2011 or whatever the weather is doing outside right now (I have not looked out the window yet, our hotel room is still a dark closed-up tomb of sleeping the hell in), we're going to visit what is, essentially, an extra fancy food court. Bring your cameras! There's stuff to eat and stuff! Then we have one more Restaurant Week dinner with the Gnome tonight (but I'm no longer nervous, we go way back now) and an Upright Citizen's Brigade show. Oh, and probably another nap in there somewhere. I'd blame the nap on being five months pregnant but you'd all know I was lying.