In our continuing effort to find the best French Martini on the planet (somebody has to do it!), Pam and I dropped by the bar at the Grand Hyatt in New York. Located in Midtown, overlooking 42nd Street, it offers a glitzy yet elegant respite from a full day of shopping, dining and exploring the Big Apple. The window-side table offered a bird's eye view of the hectic pace of people and taxis moving up and down 42nd St. But back to the French martinis. On a scale of four stars, we would have to say two-and-a-half. And very pricey. But it's New York, right? To be continued ... -- Gerry
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