8 Hours in New York: Breakfast & Broadway

For a while, it was kind of weird to think of New York as a dream travel destination because for four years it was just… so accessible. Sort of the way it’s easy to forget DC’s international appeal now. When a place is at your fingertips, you take it for granted.

But now, instead of popping into ~the city~ for an afternoon on a whim once or twice a month, I only get there a few times a year. And the distance has started to restore a little of the excitement of a visit. And it’s cast me much more decisively in the tourist role. As much as college-me liked to play at being a New Yorker, my relationship with the city was always one of an outsider—but being a proper out-of-towner somehow seems to confer a less contentious outsider status than being a suburban asshole traipsing in on the Long Island Railroad.

But I still like to play at being a New Yorker, just as I like to play at being a Londoner, so even though the bulk of my day was to be spent around Times Square, the first thing I did after arriving was hop on the uptown 1 to meet my friend for breakfast in her neighborhood. Continue reading “8 Hours in New York: Breakfast & Broadway”

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