The New Yorker's Adam Gopnik on his first day in New York: "My first morning in New York (setting aside a first run-through in 1964, aged seven: the 'Small World' ride, twice, sinister devil dolls, shrieking world peace) was in August 1978, when my true love took me to a coffee shop on Madison. A real New York coffee shop a row of booths along the north wall; a quilted aluminum console; separate menu for breakfast, two eggs with Virginia ham. It taught me an essential New York lesson that cramped and generous aren't necessarily opposites."
The Bon Vivant [MUG]