When a friend phones you up with no warning and says you have 30 minutes to pack for a roadtrip to
An Open Letter to the city of
Thanks for the Gershwin Hotel, a somewhat reasonably priced hostel in
Thanks for providing us with an awesome roommate who treated us to dosas at her favourite Indian restaurant a couple blocks away from the hostel. For another awesome roommate who was a Kiwi and came out and partied with us. And for giving us the strength not to kill the group of young Aussies who were particularly loud, way too early in the morning.
Thanks for a subway system that runs 24 hours, works on a swipe card system and will take you wherever you want to go. Take note
Thanks for Magnolia Bakery and their ridiculous cupcakes. I don’t even like cupcakes and yet somehow I was compelled to go there, get cupcakes, eat cupcakes, bring cupcakes back to the hostel and then eat more cupcakes for breakfast. There was a line up, I was not the only one doing this.
Thanks for great entertainment every night but especially for hosting the Hypnotic Brass Ensemble at Joe’s Pub. These guys are an amazing 8 piece brass ensemble, plus drummer who play jazz arrangements with a hip hop flair. Definitely check them out.
Thanks for letting Thomas Keller expand his empire into
Thanks for being enormous and for and making me walk from morning to night to see everything which helped to counteract the damage done by eating cupcakes for breakfast followed by lunch and dinner at your many wonderful restaurants.
Thanks for being home to Dorie Greenspan, (even though she wasn’t there while I was) and for having an enormous M&Ms store to support her M&M habit, (which I might soon adopt, have you tried the premium Mocha M&Ms???).
Thanks for Danielle and Dave of Habeas Brulee who were nice enough to take me into their home, greet me with a freshly made beef heart burger and let me watch their creative madness for an evening. Thanks also to Danielle for telling me I needed to visit Kalustyans, a magical place filled with fine foods and hard to find spices, which happened to be right down the street from my hostel.
Thanks for your diverse neighbourhoods, bustling streets, bright lights, big things and a week of fun. My only complaint? The depletion of my bank account at such an alarming rate! On my next visit I would appreciate retaining some of my meager assets. Or, at the very least, point me in the direction of a wealthy New Yorker who wants to take me in. It’s the least you could do after the nice things I’ve written about you.
Much love <3