A New York MinuteShareThis
I arrived in New York last night and walked off the plane and into the oh-so-familiar (and questionable) odors of JFK. I’ve really come to feel that NY is my second home. I think people love it in the way you love that ratty old sweatshirt. As soon as you walk into the baggage claim there’s a sea of (generally non-white) drivers holding signs with people’s last names, as well as a slew of taxi and car service drivers waiting to take people to their destinations. It’s completely different from other airports where people have friends and family pick them up. Just drivers everywhere.
Bri and I are running out to meet a couple of her friends, but I wanted to quickly document some thoughts. New York pizza, bagels and deli’s are exactly what you hear about throughout the rest of the US and Canada. They aren’t overrated, it’s just the best damn (unhealthy) food you can track down. We had two slices for dinner today, and it was unbelievable. This thin, crispy but not dry, perfect doughed-delight is last-meal worthy. You can go places where selling pizza with pepperoni on it is an inconvinience for the staff. They churn people in and out so fast, largely because most people just order an unspecified “slice”, which is just cheese.
“Gimme a slice”
“Yeeea, no problem boss”.
The deli’s can be a bit nerve-wracking, largely because if you don’t have your order ready, they’ll just point at the person behind you for their order, leaving you to feel like a rejected American Idol contestant. The best part is that they aren’t chain deli’s, or chain bakeries, or chain pizza places, just some guy who opened a store. But it’s worth the pressure, the sandwiches are so damn good. The Soup Nazi isn’t that unrealistic a character in this city, but you’d risk it to watch them cut that Boar’s Head meat and stack it Empire State Building high.
“How bout those f#$%in Mets?”
“Ah. F#$? em.”
I’ve only had NY back in my life for a few years, and I love it. I don’t have time to do it justice, just know that NY can feel like home when all the people around you seem to be in constant chaos.
Because I love it:
See ya at the Isles game tonight!