Food in nyc

This was a last-minute, bit of a risk trip. Husband needed to come to New York to work, and I cannot tell you how much I hate being home alone—mainly because I simply do not sleep. If I don’t sleep, I can’t work, so when he told me he was coming here, I was not a happy bunny. But then I began to explore the idea of coming too—the kennels had a place for the dog, a friend could feed the other animals, I could attend online seminars anywhere, and I could take my books with me. I decided I would risk it. How did it turn out? It was great!

Being away from home means no responsibilities. I could study all day, just taking breaks for fresh air and to find food. Finding food in New York is very easy. I kept to UK time, waking at 2am and studying for a couple of hours until Husband (who was doing more of a hybrid model) also woke. We went to the gym and ran for half an hour (to make us feel slightly less guilty about all the delicious but unhealthy food we were eating). After breakfast, he toddled off to work, and I had several hours of uninterrupted study. It has been brilliant.

I have achieved much more work than I would have done at home. For one thing, there is something about travel—probably the adrenaline and the change in routine—which enhances my ability to be creative. I have felt in bit of a rut with my work, thoroughly preparing the background of my research without a clear focus for where I was going. Then one morning, at 2am, it suddenly became clear! I began to have a thought, that led to a better thought, and I now have a plan on exactly what I want to study.

NYC has therefore been all about study, and all about food. The food here is great (especially if you decide to suspend any diets, and just enjoy what’s on offer). We both had food which we hoped to eat while we were here. Husband wanted a Philly cheesesteak, his sandwich of choice when we lived here in the 90’s. I was keen to eat a cinnamon bagel with cream cheese (nowhere has bagels like NY). I bought one from a deli, which was perfect–warm and fresh and thickly spread with cream cheese. The New Yorkers tend to speak very fast, with a thick NY accent, so I only understood most of the conversation but I managed to buy what I wanted. I also managed to eat New York cheesecake, which is unlike other cheesecakes, as it’s less sweet and lemony. Plus of course we had to have pancakes; and Eggs Benedict. Marvellous. My clothes are now all rather tight, but it was so worth it.