If you've watched any Christmas movie ever released, you've probably seen yellow cabs in the backdrop and people wearing fluffy earmuffs bundled up in warm coats, all shuffling through busy crosswalks while holding cups of coffee. The setting of these jolly holiday flicks is 99.9% of the time based in New York City.
Luckily, I grew up two hours away from NYC by train, and after committing to staying in my tiny town for an entire month, I caved and ran away a little over a week later. I had to escape to the city to not only regain my sanity, and my independence, but the feel like I could actually use my legs again. That's the curse of developing this traveling habit, if you can't move around to explore, you feel pieces of your spirit crumbling
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Let me tell you something, despite our efforts, we were totally disappointed and never did find the spirit.
We started our day with a typical breakfast in one of my favorite New York City diners; a holiday tradition started with friends years ago when the line for iHop was straight up disrespectful. After waiting in line at iHop to be served alongside the other hungover New Yorkers, a walk around the corner uncovered this hidden gem of a diner that accepts cash only.
Armando, the server who never has a day off, greeted us the same charismatic way he did years ago when I started going to the diner; Joe Jr. It helped that my name was in the name of the restaurant; I had to be a loyal customer.
Despite their over the top festive decorations, friendly customer service, and food that rarely disappoints, the pre-christmas breakfast still didn't get me jazzed up about the holiday. I did however, pay less than $10 for a bangin' plate of eggs florentine, orange juice, and coffee that somehow ended up all over the plate instead of the
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My first time walking through the overly hyped holiday market had me feeling like I was on set of a Christmas movie; it's so over the top with price tags that are even more ridiculous. Each stand has a unique angle; truffle oil with a Rick Ross T-shirt for sale that reads, "Everyday I'm Trufflin,'" or my personal favorite stand that sells chocolate truffles with a strict rule, "No Chewing Allowed." You get yelled at by staff for chewing the sample pieces and somehow still end up spending $20 for a box of delicious chocolate. So many