Category: NYC, biking, city life

Biking makes me hungry


Totally unrelated to food, but just to clarify, in case anyone was harboring any delusions: Pretty much everyone who has anything to do with Roving Gastronome is a total dork. Peter and I are so dorky, we volunteered to have our pictures taken for Bike Month NYC promotional posters. If I can’t be Miss Subways, this is the next best thing…

The Gates

Huh. They are safety orange. Peter said this, but I didn’t believe him. I was still living in “saffron” fantasyland.

I think because I was riding my bike, I had this automatic anxious response to the color. “Construction ahead. Bridge closed. Detour this way. Your life will start to suck very soon,” is the subconscious message that color sends to my brain. And I couldn’t turn it off, even though I biked all the way across the park–every time I saw a fresh cluster of them, I thought, “Damn, I’m going to be so late.”

This is perhaps the first time in my life I’ve thought something might be better if I weren’t riding my bike.

Banh Mi, but Don’t Blame Me

Last week, as I was stuffing the world's best snack, the banh mi, the Vietnamese sandwich specifically from the dark little hole under the Manhattan bridge that's open only five hours a day, down my gullet in a frenzied urge to maximize the sweet-hot-crispy-gooey-meaty-veggie taste sensation, I was also contemplating how it is that I'm chronically late.

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