Until I went to Time Square in New York City, I had never had a three inch high, fluffy, more than delicious, piece of cheesecake. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water. It was nine years ago in December. I had never been to New York City before so my husband and his son were showing me some of the sights; Macy’s Christmas Window displays, Rockefeller Square with the ice skaters and Christmas tree, and honking taxis. My legs and back were yelling for rest. We went into “The Brooklyn Diner” because it was the closest restaurant with no waiting line. A foot long Nathan’s hotdog was $15.00. I don’t remember what I had as my meal, but I wanted to try New York Cheesecake. I can honestly say I had never tasted such a delicate but pronounced cheese flavor, and not too sweet. Previously, what I had been served with the same name, not in NYC, was a dense, heavy paste that stuck to your fork and the roof of your mouth, sometimes more lemony than cheesy, often covered with chocolate syrup or strawberries. I swore I would never eat cheesecake any place else, ever again because I knew it wouldn’t be as good.
Three years later, I had the opportunity to spend another day in NYC. My adult daughter and I flew down for the day. We had breakfast at a deli that she had been to in the past. The Turkish coffee was hot and strong, but not bitter. We spent the morning walking in and out of the stores in the garment district, thankful our men weren’t with us. They would have been bored beyond measure. I insisted we go back to “The Brooklyn Diner” for a cheesecake lunch. It was good as I remembered. We then went to enjoy CHICAGO on Broadway. It was fantastic. Even more so because we have a family member in the cast. We walked some more, then found a place to have supper. I had an elk burger and a beer.
It was all I could do to stay awake while waiting to board the plane to fly home. That day was probably the best day I have ever spent with my only daughter. We laughed, saw some interesting things, shared dreams and good food, saw our first Broadway play, and bonded. But you know what I remember the most. The cheesecake. Our two pieces of cheesecake and coffee for lunch cost more than our two dinners and drinks for supper. It was worth every penny and I’d do it again tomorrow if I could.