Trump International

I recently celebrated my twenty-third birthday. The past month has been an up and down rollercoaster of not being able to eat, liquid diets and living in the bathroom. In lieu of celebrating, my mom and I went to New York City for a mother daughter trip. It was wonderful! I had been concerned about finding foods in Manhattan that would agree with my stomach since G2 Gatorade and Jell-O could make me sick. Luckily things calmed down the week of our trip. I was able to keep a good portion of what I ate in. I did however pack back up food just in case.
When we arrived in Manhattan our room wasn’t ready so we had our luggage held and we decided to go find something to eat. We started walking down the street and I would look at the restaurants and nothing screamed “Gastroparesis Friendly”. I checked a menu outside one of the restaurants and I did find pasta but I wasn’t ready for such a heavy meal. When I eat pasta, Jacob’s family teases me because I eat naked noodles, no sauce. If I eat sauce, I eat two to three spoonfuls max.
We finally find a restaurant on Central Park West at the Trump International Hotel and Tower. It was gorgeous. We walked in and asked the hostess if they served baked potatoes on their menu due to my limited diet. She explained that they did not but if we would step into the hotel, the concierge may be able to help us. While waiting in line for the concierge, this man walks up to us in this nicely tailored suite. He introduces himself and asks if he can help us. We tell him that we are looking for a restaurant that serves baked potatoes or rice. After explaining my limited diet he laughed and said that he could not eat baked potatoes because he gained weight. That made me feel better, it lighten the mood. For crying out loud, I was in Manhattan and I was looking for a baked potato! Out of all the wonderful foods there, a freaking baked potato. He called three places for me. I was shocked. This man was the head of guest relations of the Trump International. He found me a baked potato at the Porter House Restaurant at the Time Warner Building. They stopped serving lunch in a half hour but he told them he had two guests he was sending over. How wonderful was that! I could brag on this man all day.
When we got to the Porter House Restaurant, I got my baked potato. It was defiantly an odd feeling ordering just a baked potato in such an upscale restaurant. I looked pretty rough. I’d been up since five in the morning with the whole airport experience to boot. I was wearing my Northface fleece coat, athletic pants, Nike shocks and I carrying my carry on bag. I had all my meds, music, magazines, food and my purse in that carry on bag. I was a sight when these other people are dressed, in heels and their make up is fresh. I suppose that is part of the traveling experience, especially with Gastroparesis and I love it!