It kind of amuses me to call this post that, because there is a nice restaurant in Americus called The Station and my small group of humans have been known to go there for lunch and we always say "Lunch at the Station" on those particular days. But we are not in Americus, Georgia at the moment. We are back in NYC New York. It is the first Friday in February and it is also the day of the Illustrator's Intensive. It is break time and I am headed out the door ravenously for lunch.
As I am very unfamiliar with what is around the Station, I decide to head into Grand Central to see what I can find for food. I son discover that there is an entire sub-level devoted to a food court. Though this was much larger than most malls I have ever been in, the setup was familiar. Food stations lined against the wall and some, an island of themselves, towards the center of the sub-level.
As a vegetarian, I had to find a place that would offer veggie options plus actually be a satisfying lunch. I am ironically picky about salad and most often really don't want to eat them, particularly when I'm someplace new in the world and you want to try good food that's different from what you could eat normally at home. I walk around, well try to as the entire sub-level is completely crowded. There are people everywhere, hustling and bustling to get their food or get to their next train on time.
I then noticed a standing table that had one or two spots available for me to go stand there and eat my lunch. As I was going to be sitting in a chair for most of the day, I decided a little standing was probably a good thing.
I'm glad I had the experience of eating and being at Grand Central Station. I did go look at the Grand Foyer on the main level, the space you most often see int films. It is a vast space, but not as large as movies make it out to be, plus all the movies shoot it facing one angle. You never see the 2 main hallways that lead to all the shops that line the entrance hallways to Grand Central... You never see that in a movie. NY certainly gives you something to remember it by. Perhaps, this is the reason everyone wants their own I Hear NY shirt when they leave; not to be cliche or predictably touristy, but because you really do end up falling in love with NY.
until next time...
Keep sketching, keep thinking, keep laughing and most important of all, keep making art.