Oh God, this I have to say:
I was in New York before Christmas last year. I stayed in a little hotel, next to the Radisson (but not as nice) on 49th and Lexington. Well, we went for dinner in a Chinese place on the corner of the block, WORST FOOD EVER! The place was empty, on a Friday night (bad sign...) and when the food came, it had obviously been rushed because, according to the staff, the chefs were due to go home soon, but that they'd still be able to cater for us. They weren't able. Tweleve cold meals and a half hour of arguing with this chinese guy who couldn't understand our Irish accents, we got the bill cancelled and left. We went across the street, bought some junk in a Deli, and ate it on the way to the Gershwin.
The End.
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller