The best show in New York isn't on Broadway. And the best time to catch it is on Sunday morning, just when the whole famously sleepless, manic city finally settles down for a tranquil hour or two, and the yellow cabs, suddenly aimless, have the long, empty streets to themselves. That's when you open the door of Zabar's Deli, on the Upper West Side, to the sounds of excited, hungry voices, and the smell of imported cheese and smoked fish, and what you locate is the authentic epicenter of a certain kind of New York.
That's because this is a real working deli, not some faux version flogging a few slices of leathery corned beef, and because it's as much a neighborhood hangout as a food emporium. Grab a basket, fight your way through the crowd, and pile up on the challah, babka and chive cream cheese. Then join the thickest lines circling the real heart of Zabar's and maybe the whole Upper West Side. That's the smoked fish counter, where the maestros of whitefish slice through the velvety sides of nova salmon (their first love) with the grace of a sushi chef and shave off carpaccio-thin, almost translucent sheets that they sometimes hold up to the light, like a designer admiring the drape of a cut.
Now that, my mom would say, is New York, and she would know. Native New Yorkers transplanted to the Midwest, my parents could never forget their home or the smell and sounds of a real deli, and Zabar's was the first place we'd stop when we returned for holidays and long summer stretches. So I suppose that's part of the reason the Upper West Side seems like the true New York to me.
But then I'd tell anyone looking for a genuine sense of Manhattan to head north of Columbus Circle, because it's the one neighborhood that hasn't changed much, since it ascended to a New York version of middle class in the 1960s. And that's rare for New York, where neighborhoods -- like Times Square, whose grit has been erased and the West Village, which has morphed from a real bohemian enclave to a very rich bohemian's playground -- keep shifting shape.
But the Upper West Side is a 'hood that seems ripe with life, and it's too often overlooked by visitors. In fact you can spend a long, happy weekend and experience everything that New York most famously offers -- from the best theater and museums to the most eclectic range of restaurants -- without ever having to leave its borders, usually defined as lying between Columbus Circle to the south and West 110th Street to the north, and between the Hudson River to the west and Central Park to the east.
Design and dinosaurs
Just name your desire. If it's culture -- still New York's abiding draw -- start at the southern edge of the neighborhood. The Museum of Arts and Design recently moved into its new space at 2 Columbus Circle, and the tripled exhibition space means the gallery's world-class collection of ceramics, fiber, glass, metal, paper and wood designs are on more complete display, like an elegant, aesthetic primer of cutting-edge style. How cutting-edge? The 100 quilts from 17 countries don't resemble any kind of genteel quilting bee; the collection includes industrial quilts incorporating found electronic parts that aren't going to show up on any four-poster beds.
A more traditional kind of museum day, and one of Manhattan's real eye-opening attractions, sits a brisk 20-minute walk north, at the American Museum of Natural History. The world's largest natural history museum and sprawling over four city blocks, the behemoth features a Reptiles and Amphibians Hall, a floor of dinosaur fossils, a re-creation of an African rain forest and a throwback Hall of African Mammals filled with dioramas. After a long winter, though, it's the Butterfly Conservatory -- open until May 25 and exploding with more than 500 high-flying butterflies -- that feels like a rebirth.