Mrs. ManhattanWe cheated and got 2 honeymoons! Since both our broods were back east, Bubba (my fiance) and I ended up getting hitched in Jersey, where I grew up. But now that we were “Ron Burgandys”(aka San Diegans) and had been away for a week, it wasn’t feasible to take our honeymoon directly afterwards. Though being in Jersey meant that the city was just a train ride away, so we decided to splurge on a “mini-moon” in Manhattan.
Play it again Sam- Casablanca Hotel
My new father-in-law found this hotel for us, and its Moroccan theme couldn’t have been mo’ rockin’. Rick’s Café on the 4th floor offered happy hour with cheese and wine (also continental breakfast), and though we didn’t take advantage, it was comforting to know we had the option. But not as comfy as our cozy room (petite, but perfect for our needs), and the fact we could see Times Square from our window made it bigger than life. The old school elevator and plush robes added to the charm...I had a feeling this was going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.*photos courtesy of Casablanca
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