After we wandered all over the Gramercy, Flatiron, and Chelsea (where Ian's office is) neighborhoods shopping and playing tourist, it was nearly midnight and Ian and I were ready for dessert. We'd been inside the private park there in Gramercy, so we decided to walk across the street to the Gramercy Park Hotel, and made our way up to the Private Roof Club and Garden. The bar is a nice place that runs around the perimeter of the floor with nice views of town and almost all of the seating is sofa and easy chair combinations, with all kinds of trees and plants providing privacy for the seating groups.
Unfortunately, the kitchen had closed at eleven, so our waitress said we couldn't get anything to eat or any desserts. So, we just ordered cocktails. I had a Sapphire martini and Ian got some kind of champagne cocktail, a berry bellini, I think it was. The only problem with this bar is that at most bars and restaurants, they deal in legal tender in one dollar units; here, everything seemed to be priced in twenty dollar units. I guess that's just a function of being in Manhattan and in a nice neighborhood.
Soon, though, our waitress magically reappeared bearing two desserts, a custard cream with fresh blueberries and raspberries and a warm chocolate buttermilk cake drizzled in melted chocolate—and, keeping with the magic, the desserts were "leftovers," so they were both complimentary! In celebration of that windfall, Ian promptly ordered another (different) $20 champagne cocktail.
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