We ate our Thanksgiving Dinner at a restaurant called PJ Clarke's in Manhattan. We had a really private booth in what seemed like the old broom closet (or a smugglers hold for the Dutch East India company). They served us Turkey and all the trimmings....it was all really really good, even though we didn't get any Turkey sandwiches as leftovers later. We took a taxi back to our hotel afterwards because of the triptophan.