Just when you think you know every entry and exit to Grand Central, a new one pops up.
I had an offsite work event at the Roosevelt Hotel on 45th, between Lex and Vanderbilt, and was planning a hasty exit soon as it ended.
I was in that no man’s land between the entrance on Madison and 47th, and the more common entrances by Michael Jordan’s and on 42nd.
But there it was, a generic looking doorway with ‘GRAND CENTRAL TERMINAL’ stenciled above it, and people heading in.
I hit the door with four minutes until departure time. I passed an underground Blimpie, and expressed surprise internally that the sandwich chain with the most unfortunate name for these weight-conscious times is still in existence.
Things looked familiar when I entered the western concourse area–the Starbucks, the Transit Museum–around Track 40.
I made my train with a moment to spare, and learned a little (more) about GCT in the process.