A “moment” from each month I spent in NYC. Sometimes tasty, always tRuthful.
Month 11: March 2013
It’s all FedEx’s fault. My brother, his girlfriend and I are spending the day exploring NYC from a “tourist who’s lived in the city for a while” perspective. We’re a band of travelers who know the 6 train runs north to south, and the L train west to east, and we can each banter off a respectable list of “must-visit” attractions in the area. The thing is, we just don’t know exactly how to get to those areas. Pulling out a map is, well, embarrassing unless you’re from another country, and my smartphone, as it were, is still at FedEx’s warehouse despite my having ordered it online two weeks ago. Somehow, “leave package inside front door if not home” is too much work for this particular delivery person, even on the third delivery attempt and my direct request to the Verizon salesperson. And so it is that we weary travelers make a spontaneous turn into Yonah Schimmel’s Knishery in Jewish-centric Lower East Side in a lost moment of pure, desperate hunger. As I fork the most perfect combination of mashed potato, broccoli, cheddar and jalapeño into my quivering mouth, I realize this fateful turn is likely the last smart decision I will make without the aid of a smartphone. Mazel tov, I say. Mazel tov.