Five Reasons to Love NYC

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.

Jack’s Stir Brew Coffee

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.

Zen Palate Union Square

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!

Apple Store Soho

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!

Miss Heather

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.

BONUS:

Guidos

There. I admit it. I have a thing for those built, obnoxious, wifebeater-clad Italian dudes. Sue me.

3 comments on “Five Reasons to Love NYC

  1. John says:

    The Houston Galleria Apple Store is the only Apple store where I had such a bad experience that I yelled at the staff and stormed out. It was part of the reason I bought a PC for my next computer (are you listening, Apple?). The next time I needed to go to an Apple store I drove to the Woodlands (from the Heights!) rather than go back to that rathole. Hatefuly, horrible place that damages the Apple brand.

    The best Apple store I’ve ever been to (not that I’ve been to lots of them) is the one in Arlington, Virginia, where smiley bearded men who set off you gaydar help you out with whatever you need.

  2. Brad says:

    First of all, there is no branching out from the sesame Medallions. Beyond yum.

    Secondly, you don’t feel like a New Yorker because you aren’t a New Yorker. That takes a number of years. The number varies depending on which ‘New Yorker’ you talk to. But don’t be in too much of a rush to make the switch. It’s a great feeling to be inducted by the city, swallowed up, to finally get it… but from then on, you wish you had that sweet, sweet AWE of being a guy, finding his new life, expecting something new around every corner… longing to be a New Yorker.

    Take it from an ex-New Yorker.

    Be well! Be safe!
    xxoo

  3. david says:

    about that last one

    overheardinnewyork.com is great one just to get a quick fix for those moments you are missing so much

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