Staycation, all I ever wanted

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I was surprised when my better half booked us into the Hudson Hotel for a long weekend away from our usual East 70s stomping grounds in the city. We’re not the metrosexual nouveau riche Eurotrash they’re used to, but we still felt welcome – and, crucially, managed to avoid such types. (No pictures, because the place is overwhelmingly fluorescent green and the photos might induce stroke in vulnerable viewers.)

For a change of scenery, we also camped out for a bit at Le Parker Méridien. I’ve yet to find a location in midtown that makes me feel more like I’m at the Hôtel Costes in Paris. The rooms are fabulous, the restaurants superb, and if nothing else, you can stop in for a cappuccino or gelato and champagne (or both).

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Other weekend highlights: Introducing him to Back Forty in the East Village, a Labor Day barbecue on Long Island where we marveled at recent innovations in humongous inflatable pool toys, and stealing back to the Upper East Side to rendezvous with friends at Emack & Bolio’s and visit our favorite dog runs at Carl Schurz Park. I also insisted on seeing The Fault in Our Stars, despite not knowing what it was about – but the less said about that, the better. Below, said better half contemplates the impressive taxidermy at Back Forty.

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