Sorry it has been a while since drinks! I’ve been distracted! Anyhoo, back to the good stuff!

I was quite excited about going to today’s lunch destination as a Seinfeld fan. That’s right, the legendary Tom’s Restaurant which the outside was used as the front of the diner. The booths were full so we sat at the bar which was nice as George soon realised the staff were Greek so he listened into all their conversations. I think we may have recieved better service due to him speaking to them in Greek too.

We decided to be fatties and have a malted vanilla millshake each, the big salad and crispy fried shrimp.

The fried shrimp came with soup.

Yup, the famous big salad! How could we not get it!

Those millshakes definitely would have bought boys to the yard! The salad was good, if only to have some a large serving of vehetables. The crispy shrimp was also yummy and reminded me of popplers. If my stomach was bigger I would have been able to smash it, but it is probably for the best it isnt :p

As it was going to be a sunny day and we had a few rainy days on the way, we decided to walk off our fatty fatness by doing the north section of Central Park as it was right there. See pretty pictures full of green below.

So after our huge walk seeing the sights of the northern area, it was easier to get to the train by walking to the very south end. So we did. By the time we were back in our room we were pooped! We didn’t need dinner (just had some delicious cheap berries) and after some well deserved rest we headed back to the Rockafeller Centre to do the Top of Rock view.

We had heard this was better around sunset and they were right. The photos show pre, during and after the sunset.

By this point, we were hungry and George decided that a philly cheese steak was the onlyv thing that would cure his hunger. So we found the best rated one and off we walked. So we walked a looooong way only to find that we had been led on a wild goose chase and that the place didn’t exist anymore. In desperation, we turned to Maccas. Hands down, Maccas in Australia is superior to the US. The meat actually tastes like meat. The fries have a better ratio of salt (as in more, Americans don’t salt their fries really which has surprised us) and generally the quality is just overall better. Also small drinks don’t exist. A small drink in the US is an Aussie medium. Eh. This underwhelming experience was the end of our highest step count to date at 24,088 and boy did my feet and little legs know about it!