For the evening we went to the extremely trendy steakhouse, STK, in the meatpacking district. I don’t think the person who recommended the place to us knew that we were planning on having a nice quiet family dinner! Anyhow, it was a great experience and I can imagine that ‘rich new yorkers who want to be seen’ are regulars there. The atmosphere was very club-like with loud music, and the staff was probably only employed considering their looks! My brother was first not allowed to enter because he was wearing shorts, but strangely enough women could wear as short skirts as they wanted 
Despite those details, the food was delicious!
I think their business card says quite a bit about the restaurant!
The funniest memory, however, is from after the restaurant when we went to a bar/café place down the road. There were only chinese waitresses and waitors, and we quickly noticed that their lack of english was a bit of an obstacle!
First problem:
Erik: “Could I please have a hot chocolate?”
Waitress: … (looking puzzled)
Erik: “A hot chocolate please…”
Waitress: “…Can I see your ID?”
Erik: (very confused!)
She must have thought my brother asked for a hot shot or something like that?!? I really have no idea, but my brother gave up on the hot chocolate.
Second problem:
Dad: “An Irish Coffee please”
Waitress: “…hmm” (looking puzzled again)
Dad: “An irish coffee…”
Waitress: “uhm… I don’t understand…” (looking even more puzzled)
Dad: “okay-do you have coffee?”
Waitress: “yes” (nodding eagerly)
Dad: “whiskey?”
Waitress: “…yes!”
Dad: “sugar?”
Waitress: “yes”
Dad: “cream?”
Waitress: “yes”
Dad: “then you have an irish coffee!?!”
Waitress: “oooh okay!”
After a couple of minutes she came out with the ‘irish coffee’ and waited for my dad’s approval.
Dad: (after a sip)… this is not an irish coffee… it’s sweet- it’s baileys (grimacing slightly) But it’s fine; we just want the bill thank you!”
Waitress: …? (extremely puzzled)
I won’t even go into the fact that my mum and I asked for a café laté, and it came after we had paid…
