Quick in, quick up

It was quiet, so we cruised through the lobby and the bottom exhibits without breaking stride—just enough “ooh” at the shiny Art Deco bits before hopping into the elevator to the 80th.

The 80th-floor pause

The 80th is like a preview lounge: glass-wall views, a few cool displays, and that “wait, is that Madison Square Garden?” moment. We did a lazy lap, pointed at a few landmarks like we were locals, then decided it was time for the main event.

Up to the 86th

Another quick elevator and boom—outside air, open deck, real-deal skyline. The views hit from every direction: tiny taxis below, bridges showing off, rivers doing their sparkle thing. The wind tried to style our hair; the photos turned out fun anyway.

The hang

We wandered, leaned on the railings, took a million “one more” pictures, and soaked it in for about an hour. It was relaxed, not rushed—just a solid stretch of “yep, this is why people love this place.”

Back down to street mode

Ride down, doors open, and you’re instantly back in New York’s greatest hits: honks, steam, food smells, and the building standing there like, “See you next time.” Perfect little city break, 10/10 would do again—maybe at sunset for extra sparkle.