We spent our President’s Day weekend in New York City. It was a bit of an impromptu trip; Bridget was able to cash in some reward points to score a cheap rate on a Midtown hotel room, so we drove down as far as Stamford, CT on Saturday morning, hopped the commuter train, and stayed until early Monday afternoon. We squeezed in plenty of things to do and see and eat without feeling like we were on a forced march, only got rained on a little bit, and there were no major meltdowns or arguments. I’ll tell you more about it after the jump.
