Friday, March 4, 2011

The City of Blinding Lights

I've been in the city for less than 10 hours and already I think I can feel the energy radiating from the streets. Lights from endless rows of skyscrapers put a white cloud over the city. Do I belong here? Could this be the city of my dreams? Or is it just the place that can easily squash them?

First meal in NYC was pizza from Brick Oven Pizza in Tribeca. It was good. Certainly better than the processed junk Papa John's shovels out its doors and free from an artificial aftertaste, the hallmark of most fast-food chains or just chains in general. But this pizza was not profound or revolutionary. Antico in Atlanta holds on to its #1 spot for another day.


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