Owen Brunette

Just when I thought I had found all the little features of Grand Central, walked the length of the pedestrian tunnels, heard countless references to the secret train line to the Waldorf, pointed out the one dirty roof tile above Michael Jordon’s bar showing the original state of the uncleaned ceiling, learnt to avoid the overpriced pickled herring in the Oyster Bar and found the best time of the week to get a seating area in the Campbel Apartments now I find that there had all this time been not one, but two tennis courts on the roof which were available to the public, at the unfortunate fee of $170 per hour mind you. But hurry the concession is about to close to make room for a staff locker room.

New York, Travels grand central