The only part of our trip that I was familiar with and knew to look forward to was New York. I love the sounds, the way people dress, the variety of people, the quality of the public areas, and I had been really looking forward to a real New York Sandwich. Even though we couldn't leave the airport, there was still some great food available. Dale and I found a hot pastrami and corned beef on a Kaiser roll with hot mustard, and decided on two slices of New York Pizza on the side. The meat on the sandwich was tender, and the whole thing was flavorful and juicy. Not the kind of juicy that you find in a McDonalds burger, where the fat and katsup from the bun are falling all over the place, but the kind of Juicy that has retained and enhanced the natural juices of the meat and is now intoxicating your taste buds.
As good as that was, it was just the prelude to the pizza. New York Pizza is the best I've ever had. Dale had a bacon and cheese slice, and mine had sweet barbecued chicken and whole quartered tomatoes on it. You very rarely in life have a meal as memorable as that was. I can still remember what that tasted like, and would be up for it again for any fancy meal Dale wanted to go to.
I freaked out when I saw a pigeon inside the food court. This is an entirely sealed off airport. We had to walk about a quarter mile to get from one connection to another--all inside. It felt so picturesquely "New York" to find a pigeon eating the remnants of people's meals in an indoor complex at least a half mile of tunnels away from an entrance or exit.
Once the meal was over, we went walking around and I found a sapphire and white gold ring on the floor of the terminal! I walked to the nearest gate and explained our situation to a stewardess, but she behaved as if she had never before heard of the concept of a lost and found. If the person who lost their ring is reading this, get in touch with JFK: unless the stewardess took it home, it should be at some newly-created lost and found.
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