Breakfast at Tiffany's

If you want breakfast in New York, don't go to Tiffany's. It a jeweller's shop, not a cafe. That's what we discovered yesterday morning on my first full day in Manhattan NY.
We had checked in to the Marriott Marquis hotel on Time Square. Yep, over looking Times Square itself. Even from the window of the 15th floor room the giant signs glared down, some staring impassively, some flashing insistently.
New York is certainly amazing. I had been a bit crest fallen the day before. I was expecting an article about me to be published in the Sunday Times supplement, but there was no edition this week. A bit embarrassing after letting everyone I know that this was going to happen. I am assured that it will be published sometime soon.
On that day, yesterday, Emily and Sean had treated us to a boat trip in the bay and around the Statue of Liberty. There was a buffet, with as much as you could eat and karaoke and a disco as well. Sean's mum Beth joined us and we spent a merry afternoon seeing the sights by river boat.
So the next day we wanted to do some sight seeing, starting with breakfast at Tiffany's. Instead we ended up virtually opposite at the 'Great American Health Bar, 5th Avenue' instead. A less healthy cafe I'd struggle to find, and we think the justification for the name came from the couple of leaves of lettuce that were served up with the fried food. This place is not recommended.
Then after we wandered around, we went to the Rockefeller Building and saw where the Christmas tree and ice rink are, called in to the Apple Shop, then on to Central Park. The park is huge, so with Emily being pregnant I thought we'd have a look at it in the traditional way, a horse and trap. We saw all the sights including the 'friends fountain'. The day I arrived New York was recording record temperatures, but today was lovely, in fact it rained later and nobody minded.
In the evening we met Sean's friend 'Al', the one who has been kicked out to accommodate the new arrangements. We were joined by Lydia, Emily's cousin for dinner at Tony's restaurant somewhere in Manhattan, where they serve 'family' portions. In other words plates that will feed two or three people.
After a couple of bottles of wine and too much food, the jet lag caught up. It had been a great day for family and Friends. I fell asleep instantly.