Just In Time - New York, NY
It's a sprint to the theater after we hit human traffic all along the upper east side. The walk to our seats is spent huffing and puffing while we fan away our pooling sweat. We sit with not a moment to spare...only we find that the guy we're here to see isn’t here. Matt Magnusson replaces Jeremy Jordan only hours before the start of the show.
I don't know either of them, and I don’t know Bobby Darin, but I know I don't believe he’s here. Mr. Magnusson hits the notes, and he clearly can sing, but he lacks the crucial charisma that guys like Bobby effortlessly exude, and he doesn’t have that chemistry that comes with the countless rehearsals required to form a cohesive cast.
The songs are a reminder of just how much Bobby Darin remains in the undercurrent of our culture, and his impact is undeniable. But when all is said and sung, Bobby Darin's story is a sad one, and the variety show makes it more of a spectacle.
Still, the songs are iconic, and the icons are incredible. Olivia Holt is an unforgettable Connie Francis, and the show is overall entertaining despite an often unnecessary amount of exposition.
Max Brenner Times Square - New York, NY
It's a quick stop for a snack, and this dark chocolate-something sips like a sweet dream.
It's smooth and expected sweet but also quite balanced with pretty deep flavors. Much better than I expected for a chain, but clearly there's a reason Max Brenner is still around.
I’m Donut? - New York, NY
A Japanese donut store attempts to establish itself in NYC, grabbing a little storefront right off Times Square. It's party in the front, business in the back, utilizing most of the deep space to create their artisan donuts.
This limited-edition Oishii Matcha Strawberry Cream tastes like spring to summer, right before it gets too heavy and hot. Yogurt cream keeps the sugar in check, and berries add some acid, though there are not enough.
Zaku-Zaku satisfies any sweet tooth with a thick coat of caramel, and a cover of crunchy nuts.
The idea is cute, but the execution needs work. These donuts are not nearly as pretty as their pictures, to an extent that isn't entirely acceptable, and it's time to change that oil because I can tell it's getting old. Expectations should not be lofty given its tourist-trap location, but there is room for improvement at this price-point.
Hold my donut, it’s Mariska Hargitay!
I almost miss my idol because my stupid brain gets suddenly shy.
But that’s why I have my bestie, whose unwavering but usually gentle support shifts into an assertive push in the direction I need to go.
She loves me enough that she’d never let me miss this, and for these photos I will be forever in her debt.
I have followed her career for 27 seasons, and though I have nothing for her to sign, a close-up of Olivia Benson is the highlight of this trip.
There’s a brief lull between donut and dinner, and we stumble upon Pageant Print Shop along the way.
I'm told it was once in a Woody Allen movie, but nothing prepares me for the piles of antique prints in every color, of every shade...or the surly woman behind the counter who answers no questions and suffers no fools. This is the kind of experience that is uniquely New York, and the possum print I dig up for my husband is as rare a find as he is.