Beaver Street

Last night I went down to Beaver Street. (I didn't even know that there was a Beaver Street in Manhattan until yesterday. Clearly I have a 12 year olds sense of humor. Saying Beaver Street is hilarious to me.) Anyways, I went to Beaver Street to go to a coworkers going away party at the oldest restaurant in the United States, Del Monicos. It’s the quintessential old New York. Every president since Lincoln has eaten there.
Heidi and I met “the mayor of Del Monicos” who bought us our wine then asked if we would prefer to switch to Cristal… ummmmm, YES PLEASE.
So far, my experience on Beaver Street has been delightful!