‘When Harry Met Sally’
At Katz’s Delicatessen on New York’s Lower East Side, you can order hot pastrami on rye, matzo ball soup, or “what she’s having.” When Meg Ryan showed Billy Crystal the difference between a fake orgasm and a poorly digested knish over lunch here, the classic deli went down in romantic-comedy history.
Perhaps no other movie, outside of Woody Allen’s canon, captures vintage New York as vividly as the 1989 “When Harry Met Sally.” Though it begins in Chicago, the movie hits its stride when Sally’s yellow Subaru pulls up in front of Washington Square Park. As Harry disappears into the Greenwich Village sunset, the Twin Towers loom in the background like a postcard from a bygone era. Today this square is a lively mix of street performers and New York University students filming their own flicks. The movie mines the quirks of the male-female dynamic, while Manhattan nudges into each scene like a come-hither lover.
From a sumptuous Central Park in fall to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, to the beloved Shakespeare & Co. Booksellers, the city of 8 million people becomes a warm and friendly place. Sweeping Upper West Side exteriors and enviable interiors make you want to hop the next train to Grand Central, grab a hot dog, and search SoHo for red suede pumps. --Kathleen Pierce