NY State of Mind

I was solo in NYC with two hours on the shot clock. The ladies were attending The Lion King on Broadway. First stop, the NBA Store (545 5th Ave.). I scoped vintage Dr. J jerseys, nothing serious. But, the iconic apparel is out there in the universe if I ever want to purchase. Second stop, a "walk by" at Trump Towers (725 5th Ave.). The NYPD were ominously looming out front, under the facade. The Gucci front facade may eventually read "Gotcha" by the Feds. Third stop, St. Patrick's Bar and Grill (22 W. 46th St.). I purchased a St. Pat's Amber pint and it was sub par. It tasted like dish soap which tells me the dishwasher that washes pint glasses did its job too well. I should have ordered a Rolling Rock and kept it real, like NYC in beer form. The garden salad was good, though. Preseason baseball was on the televisions above the bar, all good. Fourth stop, Havana Central Bar and Grill (151 W. 46th St.). I devoured a fantastic Ropa Vieja Empanada with One Modelo Especial. The vieja drippings are like mother's milk, like a thicc plate of turkey , mashed potatoes and peas and carrots smothered in gravy. Ultimate chef's kiss, culinary delights deluding my senses. The streets are electric, the rain bounced the beams of the street lights and the big city lights against my aesthetics and made an opular appeasement to my third eye state of mind.