I have been really struggling with homesickness and this eternal-seeming feeling of not being a New Yorker yet, so I figured making this list might help.
I have no idea why I should be happy that my coffee is shade grown, but ever since the guys at Café Campesino brought a Guatemalan coffee grower to talk to us at Koinonia I have made a greater effort to track down Fair Trade products. Jacks is a tiny little place, but even when it is packed to the rafters, the staff is extremely friendly and attitude free. The vegan cherry almond scones kick ass, and it’s also where I discovered one of my favorite albums of the summer, Radiodread.
There are a couple of other locations as well, but this is the one closest to me. While other veggie places offer faux meat shaped food, Zen Palate calls it like it is. The food is consistently delicious and fresh, though the air conditioning leaves something to be desired. It’s my current favorite payday treat. Now if I can just branch out beyond the sesame medallions!
My friend Jeanie and I had a running joke at the level of condescension at the Apple Store in Houston’s Galleria, I assumed that it would be even worse in New York. I have made a few trips to the Soho Apple store and have been just delighted each time with the level of service and organization. I am always in and out really quickly, even when I had to make a trip to the Genius Bar (I get embarrassed just saying that name) to get the battery in my MacBook Pro replaced. Now if I could just get some coinage rolling in so I can buy more stuff!
I have searched for NYC blogs that I love as much as newyorkshitty.com but I have yet to find one that is as consistently laugh out loud funny as this one. It doesn’t hurt that she took me on a sound-seeing tour of Greenpoint, nor that she peppers her scatalogical entries with her extensive knowledge of New York’s history. Besides, how can you not love someone who refers to herself as Greenpoint’s Dog Shit Queen?
Random hilarious encounters with strangers
Case in point: I was eating at The Waverly Restaurant with my pal Liz a couple of nights ago, when all of a sudden this big intimidating looking black guy started singing along with Foriegner’s I Want To Know What Love Is in a full-on soulful falsetto. When I laughed out loud, he just gave me this big smile and thumbs up. Then we both went on about our business like it never happened.
There. I admit it. I have a thing for those built, obnoxious, wifebeater-clad Italian dudes. Sue me.