Something "Special" in NYC for my wife
Sep 28th, 2005, 09:22 AM
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Jason, you are a smart man. My husband suprised me with tickets to a wine tasting event AND tickets to the Producers which was AWESOME. We loved it! The one thing we wanted to do, which I think sounds incredible, is dinner and dancing at the Rainbow Room.
http://www.cipriani.com/cipriani/Dinner/dinner.htm
tell her to pack something glamorous, buy her a bauble before the trip- that will probably save you money! Yes, we create memories, too- how about having a lunch prepared and sharing it in Central Park? Don't get me started on romance....my husband wrote the book..
http://www.cipriani.com/cipriani/Dinner/dinner.htm
tell her to pack something glamorous, buy her a bauble before the trip- that will probably save you money! Yes, we create memories, too- how about having a lunch prepared and sharing it in Central Park? Don't get me started on romance....my husband wrote the book..
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All of the suggestions above sound terrific. Additionally, if you and your wife are into fine food, you might want to take her to one of NY's signature fine restaurants. La Grenouille, Daniel, Chanterelle, and Le Bernardin are all outstanding, and have websites where you can look at example menus. None of these have good views, but they are all luxurious temples of gastronomy.
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Jules 248 you make a good point about being "buyer beware" when shopping in the Diamond District as that's true in many jewelry sections of the U. S. My wife settled on a "store" called Alart Jewelry in the first building on the left which is the corner of 47th and 5th........and we never had problems.
Here's a very interesting article in Departures about the Diamond District making me feel pretty safe there but not 100% as you say......be "buyer beware"..........
Urban Grit & Vintage Glitz
An extremely opinionated, highly selective, and potentially fabulous guide to shopping for antique jewelry on New York's 47th Street.
By Lynn Yaeger
Shopping on 47th Street is about the hunt—the adventure," Ronald Kawitzky tells me as we chat in his booth in the heart of New York's Diamond District. As an antique-jewelry devotee, I have haunted these corridors for years, joining the throngs: couples in search of engagement rings, mysterious characters toting briefcases that just might be crammed with cash, and an international coterie of collectors passing through searching for rarities.
The Diamond District—one solid block of Manhattan's West 47th Street, between Fifth and Sixth avenues—is a crowded strip of showrooms called exchanges. For decades, about 1,000 independent dealers of vintage and contemporary jewelry have set up booths with everything from pedestrian tennis bracelets to centuries-old chokers.
When I venture to suggest to Kawitzky, one of a handful of dealers on the street I have come to trust, that transactions here, are, well, as raffish as they are sophisticated, he laughs. "I happen to have boxes, but some dealers just throw the stuff in plastic bags," he says. The stuff in question being 18th-century rose-cut diamond rings, Edwardian brooches, or emerald-encrusted Art Deco bracelets. The pieces sold here can sometimes be as exquisite as any found in antiques shops on Madison Avenue and Paris's Faubourg St.-Honoré, but the salespeople usually don't wrap them up for you in pretty blue bags or red velvet pouches, nor do they speak to you in hushed tones and seat you on a lushly upholstered bench as you eye the merchandise. Instead, 47th Street offers jewelry shoppers a different type of fringe benefit. As with the very best flea market, you never know what will show up; the stock is ever-changing, goods drifting from attic to showcase with barely a middleman in sight.
I may be a rather rabid fan, but I'm certainly not alone. James Taffin de Givenchy, a contemporary jeweler with a Madison Avenue atelier who has a clientele of chic socialites, nearly bursts with enthusiasm when he's asked about 47th Street. "It's the center of the universe for antique jewelry and raw stones, even better than a trip to India!" he proclaims. "Look around and you will see specialists from Geneva and London auction houses here to fill up their sales." Givenchy urges first-time visitors not to just patronize stations with window displays but to walk to the back of the exchanges, where tiny nondescript booths may harbor something very special. (I can personally vouch for this advice. I once found a rare Edwardian watch clasp, a piece I'd been seeking for years, in a dusty back booth that contained little else.)
The diamond district is essentially a wholesale market. Dealers come for merchandise they intend to sell at retail, so prices can be lower than they would be at formal shops. At Spencer & Jules (another regular stop on my circuit), Satinder Sood is perfectly content to let me play with a stunningly elaborate late-18th-century parure—a brooch, earrings, and a necklace of enamel, aquamarine, and topaz stones—so pristine it appears to have been worn one or two times in the last 200-odd years. "It's a wholesale state of mind here," Sood shrugs, explaining why he would offer me the same price ($22,000) that he would the loftiest Madison Avenue or Bond Street dealer. However, I don't want a $22,000 parure today. Instead, I home in on a diamond fox pin from the twenties, which at $2,000 seems like a deal to me.
Shopping 47th Street does take some getting used to. Commerce is usually conducted out in the open, your discussions invariably interrupted by a steady stream of itinerant sellers who wander around the stalls pulling jewelry—a lot of it unspeakable junk, yes, but some of it incredibly beautiful—out of humble plastic sandwich bags. As you wend your way from exchange to exchange, from Fifth to Sixth Avenue, you are assaulted by voices—some polite, some not. "Psst, I have diamonds!" a voice whispers from behind a counter. "Let me make you happy!" a young man pleads as you pass booths where old women are stringing pearls and men are bathed in the blue light of welding torches.
Still, I am more than happy to spend a languid afternoon chatting with Kawitzky and Gray Boone, who share a space together. Over the years I have grown particularly friendly with this duo, not only because I trust their eye and ethical standards but also because I've learned so much about jewelry just by being around them. The pair love to teach: They're (almost) as delighted explaining the history of Whitby jet or Pinchbeck as they are clinching a major transaction. These are the kinds of relationships that develop on the street, and to many they are the most valuable currency. When I ask Kawitzky how lay buyers can tell if they are getting their money's worth and are not being fobbed off with reproductions, he simply answers, "Trust your dealer." What about bargaining? I ask tentatively, since the street does hold a rather indisputable horse-tradinglike atmosphere. "There's always room for discussion." He smiles.
Sometimes you'll stumble upon a piece that has survived in its original box. Kawitzky shows me a circa 1870 enamel pendant in its fitted coffer, which reads TIFFANY, AVENUE DE L'OPERA. The pendant is decorated with a Fontenay enamel depicting Terpsichore (the Muse of dancing and choral song) strumming a lyre; it costs $18,000. I pass on it but gladly fork over $650 for a heavily hallmarked mid-19th-century ring on which MIZPAH is written in diamonds, a common 19th-century acronym meaning "May God watch over you when we are apart."
"This is a happy business!" Boone chimes in, looking up from a 19th-century necklace composed of a trio of angelskin coral cherub cameos. Boone thinks the cameos were souvenirs of a Grand Tour, brought back to England and set as jewelry. Seeing those little faces reminds me of another item I've been coveting for some time: a locket that spells out "baby" in diamonds. Boone pulls down from a shelf a battered metal file box containing a list of customers' wishes and adds "Lynn—baby" to it. She has a far better chance of turning it up than I do since she has access to house and estate sales that the average person doesn't know about. In any case, "baby" lockets, she informs me, are hardly the rage right now. Customers, she reports, want chandelier earrings and Edwardian engagement rings with big center stones; the latter are a real challenge for dealers because they are so rare.
I am not the only person who enjoys whiling away an afternoon in the Diamond District. Writer Susan Braudy has been cruising the street for at least 25 years—and says she used to see Andy Warhol shopping here all the time. "He would just buy, buy, buy! I think of it as a great treasure chest." At any given time Braudy has a bauble or two on hold, which gives her an excuse to make weekly visits to pay off the balance. "You see things here," she says, "that you just can't get anyplace else." But even for a pro like Braudy there is, inevitably, the one that got away: She still mourns the ring that purportedly belonged to one of Queen Anne's handmaidens and was snatched from her clutches by a tipsy Irishman with a title.
Kawitzky and Boone have been on 47th Street for about a decade; Diane Krumholz, who has a booth and window display down the block from them in the Midtown Jewelry Exchange (and is another of my trusted favorites), has spent half a century here. Her business bears the name of its founder, her late mother Mary Finkelstein. "We're the old-timers," she tells me.
Whem I first came to the street about 20 years ago, I was mesmerized by Finkelstein's window and its velvet trays crammed with sprays of dark Victorian mine-cut diamonds. Today Krumholz shows me a forties Tiffany floral brooch incorporating coral, turquoise, and diamonds, with one branch that softly sways—a feature known as en tremblant—for a cool $22,000.
Trembling a bit myself by now, I dash up the street to see what's new—or more accurately, old—at Eric Originals & Antiques. When I ask Marc Haziza, the owner behind the counter, to show me something incredible, he pulls out a mid-19th-century necklace with 48 carats of diamonds, a detachable six-carat diamond drop, and a $98,750 price tag. "Will you take $98,000?" I joke. I ask if there has been serious interest in the piece and he says, "It's been out on memo a few times." In other words, it has been loaned to potential buyers with nothing but their signature and reputation as collateral.
I was stunned at first by this practice. About two years ago Kawitzky suggested that I take home over Labor Day weekend a $2,400 19th-century emerald and diamond brooch that spelled out "Milano," wear it around, and then either bring him the money or return the jewelry. I was surprised because at that point I had never done any real business with him and he had no particular reason to trust me. But lending on a handshake is part of the street's ethic. (As it turned out, I did buy the pin, so I guess he knew what he was doing.)
I linger a little longer with Haziza. He presents to me a signed Cartier piece, halfway between a starburst and a snowflake, with a turquoise center and a surfeit of diamonds—I start to feel faint. He suggests I repair to the Diamond Dairy, a glassed-in coffee shop on the second floor, overlooking the exchange. The Diamond Dairy is an institution on the street almost qualifying as an antique. "Order the blintzes," Haziza advises.
My last visit this afternoon is to Stephen Herdemian, perhaps the most egalitarian dealer on my list. A 25-year veteran of the district, Herdemian carries everything from a 1927 class ring to a platinum-and-diamond Edwardian wristwatch. In fact, Herdemian sold me the ring I wear almost every day, a ruby-and-diamond gypsy—which means the stones are set deep in the gold—that I purchased for $1,100 a few years ago. (It would now cost at least double that on the open market.) I bring up the practice of letting customers take items home on spec, and he laughs and tells me there's an ongoing joke on the street: "If someone in the business asks for ten bucks out of your wallet you'd say no, but let them have a $30,000 bracelet? No problem!"
It's been a long day, but as usual I have a hard time pulling myself away. The diamond-shaped lampposts just outside the window are glowing in the early-evening dusk. Herdemian sums up what makes treasure hunting here so magical: "Just when you think you've seen the most beautiful example of something—oh my God, there'll never be another antique bracelet or necklace or ring as good as this one—some guy comes along and reaches into a ratty bag and there it is. Your jaw drops and you're amazed."
STREET SMART
47th Street is about discoveries, but these dealers should not be missed.
Eric Originals & Antiques A vast array of diamond jewelry. At 4 W. 47th St., booth 3; 212-819-9595
Gray Boone Exquisite goods, including vintage engagement rings. Gray & Davis, 32 W. 47th St., booth 1; 212-719-4698
Mary Finkelstein The place for Victorian mine-cut diamonds. At 50 W. 47th St., booth 23; 212-719-1708
Ronald Kawitzky A fine collection of signed pieces. D. K. Bressler & Company, 32 W. 47th St., booth 1; 212-302-2177
Spencer & Jules A wonderfully curated assortment spanning 200 years. At 36 W. 47th St., booth 59; 212-382-0357
Stephen Herdemian An impressive selection in a wide price range. At 78 W. 47th St., booth 1, and 73 W. 47th St., booth 1; 212-944-2534
NEW YORK-BASED LYNN YAEGER WRITES FREQUENTLY ON FASHION AND STYLE.
Here's a very interesting article in Departures about the Diamond District making me feel pretty safe there but not 100% as you say......be "buyer beware"..........
Urban Grit & Vintage Glitz
An extremely opinionated, highly selective, and potentially fabulous guide to shopping for antique jewelry on New York's 47th Street.
By Lynn Yaeger
Shopping on 47th Street is about the hunt—the adventure," Ronald Kawitzky tells me as we chat in his booth in the heart of New York's Diamond District. As an antique-jewelry devotee, I have haunted these corridors for years, joining the throngs: couples in search of engagement rings, mysterious characters toting briefcases that just might be crammed with cash, and an international coterie of collectors passing through searching for rarities.
The Diamond District—one solid block of Manhattan's West 47th Street, between Fifth and Sixth avenues—is a crowded strip of showrooms called exchanges. For decades, about 1,000 independent dealers of vintage and contemporary jewelry have set up booths with everything from pedestrian tennis bracelets to centuries-old chokers.
When I venture to suggest to Kawitzky, one of a handful of dealers on the street I have come to trust, that transactions here, are, well, as raffish as they are sophisticated, he laughs. "I happen to have boxes, but some dealers just throw the stuff in plastic bags," he says. The stuff in question being 18th-century rose-cut diamond rings, Edwardian brooches, or emerald-encrusted Art Deco bracelets. The pieces sold here can sometimes be as exquisite as any found in antiques shops on Madison Avenue and Paris's Faubourg St.-Honoré, but the salespeople usually don't wrap them up for you in pretty blue bags or red velvet pouches, nor do they speak to you in hushed tones and seat you on a lushly upholstered bench as you eye the merchandise. Instead, 47th Street offers jewelry shoppers a different type of fringe benefit. As with the very best flea market, you never know what will show up; the stock is ever-changing, goods drifting from attic to showcase with barely a middleman in sight.
I may be a rather rabid fan, but I'm certainly not alone. James Taffin de Givenchy, a contemporary jeweler with a Madison Avenue atelier who has a clientele of chic socialites, nearly bursts with enthusiasm when he's asked about 47th Street. "It's the center of the universe for antique jewelry and raw stones, even better than a trip to India!" he proclaims. "Look around and you will see specialists from Geneva and London auction houses here to fill up their sales." Givenchy urges first-time visitors not to just patronize stations with window displays but to walk to the back of the exchanges, where tiny nondescript booths may harbor something very special. (I can personally vouch for this advice. I once found a rare Edwardian watch clasp, a piece I'd been seeking for years, in a dusty back booth that contained little else.)
The diamond district is essentially a wholesale market. Dealers come for merchandise they intend to sell at retail, so prices can be lower than they would be at formal shops. At Spencer & Jules (another regular stop on my circuit), Satinder Sood is perfectly content to let me play with a stunningly elaborate late-18th-century parure—a brooch, earrings, and a necklace of enamel, aquamarine, and topaz stones—so pristine it appears to have been worn one or two times in the last 200-odd years. "It's a wholesale state of mind here," Sood shrugs, explaining why he would offer me the same price ($22,000) that he would the loftiest Madison Avenue or Bond Street dealer. However, I don't want a $22,000 parure today. Instead, I home in on a diamond fox pin from the twenties, which at $2,000 seems like a deal to me.
Shopping 47th Street does take some getting used to. Commerce is usually conducted out in the open, your discussions invariably interrupted by a steady stream of itinerant sellers who wander around the stalls pulling jewelry—a lot of it unspeakable junk, yes, but some of it incredibly beautiful—out of humble plastic sandwich bags. As you wend your way from exchange to exchange, from Fifth to Sixth Avenue, you are assaulted by voices—some polite, some not. "Psst, I have diamonds!" a voice whispers from behind a counter. "Let me make you happy!" a young man pleads as you pass booths where old women are stringing pearls and men are bathed in the blue light of welding torches.
Still, I am more than happy to spend a languid afternoon chatting with Kawitzky and Gray Boone, who share a space together. Over the years I have grown particularly friendly with this duo, not only because I trust their eye and ethical standards but also because I've learned so much about jewelry just by being around them. The pair love to teach: They're (almost) as delighted explaining the history of Whitby jet or Pinchbeck as they are clinching a major transaction. These are the kinds of relationships that develop on the street, and to many they are the most valuable currency. When I ask Kawitzky how lay buyers can tell if they are getting their money's worth and are not being fobbed off with reproductions, he simply answers, "Trust your dealer." What about bargaining? I ask tentatively, since the street does hold a rather indisputable horse-tradinglike atmosphere. "There's always room for discussion." He smiles.
Sometimes you'll stumble upon a piece that has survived in its original box. Kawitzky shows me a circa 1870 enamel pendant in its fitted coffer, which reads TIFFANY, AVENUE DE L'OPERA. The pendant is decorated with a Fontenay enamel depicting Terpsichore (the Muse of dancing and choral song) strumming a lyre; it costs $18,000. I pass on it but gladly fork over $650 for a heavily hallmarked mid-19th-century ring on which MIZPAH is written in diamonds, a common 19th-century acronym meaning "May God watch over you when we are apart."
"This is a happy business!" Boone chimes in, looking up from a 19th-century necklace composed of a trio of angelskin coral cherub cameos. Boone thinks the cameos were souvenirs of a Grand Tour, brought back to England and set as jewelry. Seeing those little faces reminds me of another item I've been coveting for some time: a locket that spells out "baby" in diamonds. Boone pulls down from a shelf a battered metal file box containing a list of customers' wishes and adds "Lynn—baby" to it. She has a far better chance of turning it up than I do since she has access to house and estate sales that the average person doesn't know about. In any case, "baby" lockets, she informs me, are hardly the rage right now. Customers, she reports, want chandelier earrings and Edwardian engagement rings with big center stones; the latter are a real challenge for dealers because they are so rare.
I am not the only person who enjoys whiling away an afternoon in the Diamond District. Writer Susan Braudy has been cruising the street for at least 25 years—and says she used to see Andy Warhol shopping here all the time. "He would just buy, buy, buy! I think of it as a great treasure chest." At any given time Braudy has a bauble or two on hold, which gives her an excuse to make weekly visits to pay off the balance. "You see things here," she says, "that you just can't get anyplace else." But even for a pro like Braudy there is, inevitably, the one that got away: She still mourns the ring that purportedly belonged to one of Queen Anne's handmaidens and was snatched from her clutches by a tipsy Irishman with a title.
Kawitzky and Boone have been on 47th Street for about a decade; Diane Krumholz, who has a booth and window display down the block from them in the Midtown Jewelry Exchange (and is another of my trusted favorites), has spent half a century here. Her business bears the name of its founder, her late mother Mary Finkelstein. "We're the old-timers," she tells me.
Whem I first came to the street about 20 years ago, I was mesmerized by Finkelstein's window and its velvet trays crammed with sprays of dark Victorian mine-cut diamonds. Today Krumholz shows me a forties Tiffany floral brooch incorporating coral, turquoise, and diamonds, with one branch that softly sways—a feature known as en tremblant—for a cool $22,000.
Trembling a bit myself by now, I dash up the street to see what's new—or more accurately, old—at Eric Originals & Antiques. When I ask Marc Haziza, the owner behind the counter, to show me something incredible, he pulls out a mid-19th-century necklace with 48 carats of diamonds, a detachable six-carat diamond drop, and a $98,750 price tag. "Will you take $98,000?" I joke. I ask if there has been serious interest in the piece and he says, "It's been out on memo a few times." In other words, it has been loaned to potential buyers with nothing but their signature and reputation as collateral.
I was stunned at first by this practice. About two years ago Kawitzky suggested that I take home over Labor Day weekend a $2,400 19th-century emerald and diamond brooch that spelled out "Milano," wear it around, and then either bring him the money or return the jewelry. I was surprised because at that point I had never done any real business with him and he had no particular reason to trust me. But lending on a handshake is part of the street's ethic. (As it turned out, I did buy the pin, so I guess he knew what he was doing.)
I linger a little longer with Haziza. He presents to me a signed Cartier piece, halfway between a starburst and a snowflake, with a turquoise center and a surfeit of diamonds—I start to feel faint. He suggests I repair to the Diamond Dairy, a glassed-in coffee shop on the second floor, overlooking the exchange. The Diamond Dairy is an institution on the street almost qualifying as an antique. "Order the blintzes," Haziza advises.
My last visit this afternoon is to Stephen Herdemian, perhaps the most egalitarian dealer on my list. A 25-year veteran of the district, Herdemian carries everything from a 1927 class ring to a platinum-and-diamond Edwardian wristwatch. In fact, Herdemian sold me the ring I wear almost every day, a ruby-and-diamond gypsy—which means the stones are set deep in the gold—that I purchased for $1,100 a few years ago. (It would now cost at least double that on the open market.) I bring up the practice of letting customers take items home on spec, and he laughs and tells me there's an ongoing joke on the street: "If someone in the business asks for ten bucks out of your wallet you'd say no, but let them have a $30,000 bracelet? No problem!"
It's been a long day, but as usual I have a hard time pulling myself away. The diamond-shaped lampposts just outside the window are glowing in the early-evening dusk. Herdemian sums up what makes treasure hunting here so magical: "Just when you think you've seen the most beautiful example of something—oh my God, there'll never be another antique bracelet or necklace or ring as good as this one—some guy comes along and reaches into a ratty bag and there it is. Your jaw drops and you're amazed."
STREET SMART
47th Street is about discoveries, but these dealers should not be missed.
Eric Originals & Antiques A vast array of diamond jewelry. At 4 W. 47th St., booth 3; 212-819-9595
Gray Boone Exquisite goods, including vintage engagement rings. Gray & Davis, 32 W. 47th St., booth 1; 212-719-4698
Mary Finkelstein The place for Victorian mine-cut diamonds. At 50 W. 47th St., booth 23; 212-719-1708
Ronald Kawitzky A fine collection of signed pieces. D. K. Bressler & Company, 32 W. 47th St., booth 1; 212-302-2177
Spencer & Jules A wonderfully curated assortment spanning 200 years. At 36 W. 47th St., booth 59; 212-382-0357
Stephen Herdemian An impressive selection in a wide price range. At 78 W. 47th St., booth 1, and 73 W. 47th St., booth 1; 212-944-2534
NEW YORK-BASED LYNN YAEGER WRITES FREQUENTLY ON FASHION AND STYLE.
Sep 28th, 2005, 10:05 AM
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I've gotta tell you, that commercial on TV where the husband yells 'I Love This Woman' and then gives her a diamond ring really get to me! I don't need the bling, but the rest of the scenario sounds great to me!
Sep 28th, 2005, 10:54 AM
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Oh LLindaC -- do it!
We went dinner dancing at the Rainbow Room 10 years ago and it was wonderful. Now you have to remember that my memories are 10 years old so some things might have changed but for that time it was just how I imagined it would be. The food was terrible so don't expect a fabulous meal but we were there the week before Christmas (my favourite NY time), everyone was all dressed up in suits or tuxes and cocktail dresses, the dancefloor revolved, the orchestra had fancy uniforms and the chanteuse changed her dress three or four times during the evening. There was a very festive air because it was the holiday season and everyone was just there to have a great time. It was very romantic, especially for us because it was our 25th anniversary.
We've spent a lot of time in NY and have had many wonderful evenings but dancing at the Rainbow Room was really special. There are many, many better restaurants, but for romance and a real NY feel, the Rainbow Room can't be beat.
Thanks to advice on this website and others, I've just made reservations at the River Cafe for our 35th!
We went dinner dancing at the Rainbow Room 10 years ago and it was wonderful. Now you have to remember that my memories are 10 years old so some things might have changed but for that time it was just how I imagined it would be. The food was terrible so don't expect a fabulous meal but we were there the week before Christmas (my favourite NY time), everyone was all dressed up in suits or tuxes and cocktail dresses, the dancefloor revolved, the orchestra had fancy uniforms and the chanteuse changed her dress three or four times during the evening. There was a very festive air because it was the holiday season and everyone was just there to have a great time. It was very romantic, especially for us because it was our 25th anniversary.
We've spent a lot of time in NY and have had many wonderful evenings but dancing at the Rainbow Room was really special. There are many, many better restaurants, but for romance and a real NY feel, the Rainbow Room can't be beat.
Thanks to advice on this website and others, I've just made reservations at the River Cafe for our 35th!
Sep 28th, 2005, 11:50 AM
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GoTravel:
What is a sursey? I looked it up in the dictionary but did not find it. Maybe it is a misspelling, but I am just curious.
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Date: 09/27/2005, 01:56 pm
And while at the bar at the Mandarin Oriental, give her a sursey you've purchased at Tiffany & Co."
What is a sursey? I looked it up in the dictionary but did not find it. Maybe it is a misspelling, but I am just curious.
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Date: 09/27/2005, 01:56 pm
And while at the bar at the Mandarin Oriental, give her a sursey you've purchased at Tiffany & Co."
Sep 28th, 2005, 02:36 PM
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TC, you have made me so happy! I love to learn a new word, and this one's a beaut--so rare to come across one I have never, ever heard before! And vjpb, thanks for asking--I, too, assumed it was an odd typo. Made my day, all in all--sorry for the transgression, OP.
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I KNEW I'd get deleted by the editors for posting the Word Detective definition of Surcee...oh well, here's the link:
http://www.word-detective.com/100297.html#surcee
http://www.word-detective.com/100297.html#surcee
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You might also consider one of the sunset harbor cruises around the city...some include dinner and dancing as well, depending on your style. That is such a beautiful way to see our beautiful city! 
Or, if budget is not as much of an option, there are a few companies that do helicopter tours of the city. That is definitely an unforgettable and unique experience!
Or, if budget is not as much of an option, there are a few companies that do helicopter tours of the city. That is definitely an unforgettable and unique experience!
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Wow. Thanks everyone! This is all getting me just even more excited for our trip. It's always fun for me to cook up a little "unknown" surprise for my wife, too.
Very grateful for the time you all have put in to your suggestions! Your ideas have inspired me to do a little more research into areas I might not have known about. Comments:
- **LOVE** the Broadway show idea . . . that's exactly what I'm talking about by "creating a memory." We have planned to do the TKTS 1/2 price thing on that Friday night, so I think we'll stick with that . . . but dang, that is just SUCH a good idea . . . we'll see. (While we're on the subject, can anyone tell me if it's worth it to go to the Seaport TKTS booth because it opens four hours earlier than the Times Square booth? Would I have a better chance at good tickets there?)
- Chartering a boat would be pretty expensive for me but it did get me thinking that I might like to hop on a group charter one afternoon rather than the Circle Line I've heard about.
- The River Cafe sounds really cool. We're hoping to hit one or two "nice" dinners if we can. Sounds like that might qualify! Which side of the bridge is it on?
- So far the emerging "winner" of an idea is to take the ol' sunset stroll across the bridge for pizza at this well-reviewed Grimaldi's!
There may be some Tiffany's time involved in any of these plans, too. I know I can find Tiffany's just anywhere but the experience of shopping at THE Tiffany's might be fun for her.
While we do have lots of plans for our time, I know the best parts of our time in NYC will probably happen by accident!
- jb
Very grateful for the time you all have put in to your suggestions! Your ideas have inspired me to do a little more research into areas I might not have known about. Comments:
- **LOVE** the Broadway show idea . . . that's exactly what I'm talking about by "creating a memory." We have planned to do the TKTS 1/2 price thing on that Friday night, so I think we'll stick with that . . . but dang, that is just SUCH a good idea . . . we'll see. (While we're on the subject, can anyone tell me if it's worth it to go to the Seaport TKTS booth because it opens four hours earlier than the Times Square booth? Would I have a better chance at good tickets there?)
- Chartering a boat would be pretty expensive for me but it did get me thinking that I might like to hop on a group charter one afternoon rather than the Circle Line I've heard about.
- The River Cafe sounds really cool. We're hoping to hit one or two "nice" dinners if we can. Sounds like that might qualify! Which side of the bridge is it on?
- So far the emerging "winner" of an idea is to take the ol' sunset stroll across the bridge for pizza at this well-reviewed Grimaldi's!
There may be some Tiffany's time involved in any of these plans, too. I know I can find Tiffany's just anywhere but the experience of shopping at THE Tiffany's might be fun for her.
While we do have lots of plans for our time, I know the best parts of our time in NYC will probably happen by accident!
- jb
Sep 29th, 2005, 08:03 AM
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Jason, the walk over the Brooklyn Bridge is a great plan. After you eat, walk a few blocks up to the Brooklyn Heights promenade. It has beautiful views, and if you can time it to coincide with sunset you'll have a very happy wife!
