The other day, Bryce and Amy said they wanted to visit Chelsea Market, pick up some food, and eat on the High Line. They asked me if I wanted to join and I said sure.
The High Line is a one-mile stretch of elevated railroad that has been turned into an urban park. Even on a (relatively) cool, windy day it was crowded; I can only imagine what it's like on hot summer days. But it was still quite enjoyable.
Bryce and I decided to pick up pies at the Tuck Shop in Chelsea Market.
My buffalo chicken pie was disappointing. I liked the flavors, but look at the inside: there was perhaps a quarter-cup of filling. I was expecting a little more.
The red cabbage slaw was delicious, though.
Bryce's Guinness steak pie had a little more filling than mine, and he was smart enough to buy two pies - he also got a Thai curry, which he devoured before I could take a picture.
Amy bought a massive loaf of bread from Amy's Bread, and I had a little piece. It was really good.
At Friedman's Lunch, Amy picked up a salad for herself and some sweet potato fries for Lucy. I had a few of the fries. It's not fair to judge them when we didn't eat them for at least twenty minutes after receiving them, so I won't. Obviously they weren't terrible, since I ate more than one.
And at the end of lunch, Amy surprised me with a beer-pretzel caramel. It was good; I couldn't really taste beer but the pretzel was noticeable. I'm not sure I could eat more than one of these in a sitting, but I really liked it.
Next time I return to the High Line I will eat from one of the many vendors selling food there.