The most expensive espresso I ever had. A tiny place called Joe, the Art of Coffee, on Waverly just off 6th ave. It cost me cab fare to get there and back, but the amazing espresso was worth it. The name is pretentious, but the people who work there are refreshingly friendly.
Considering that NY hotels are generally overpriced closet spaces, the Affinia Manhattan was a welcome exception. By NY metrics the studio room was large and came with its own little kitchen. The most friendly bellhops I ever met. You get a lot for the 3-star room price.
New Yorkers have a sixth sense for the weather. If you’re walking down the street and notice all the cabs are taken, open your umbrella. It’s going to start pouring in 3 … 2 … 1.
Compared to SF, NY seems to have the same density of iPods, BlackBerries and Wifi hotspots. And like SF, you can predict the quality of the coffee and age of the crowed by the abundance of Macs.
At least in JFK, American Airlines only hires rude customer service agents. On day one they sent us to the wrong line, then back to a different (also wrong) line, then yelled at us for being in the wrong line, with one agent yelling at the other for not yelling at us soon enough. Since we missed the first flight, we had to come back the next day … to an ever worse customer experience. And let’s not even talk about the service on the plane.
Not specific to NY, but I only watch TV when I travel, so I’m always curious to watch the latest commercials. This trip had only one jewel, the memorable VW Low Ego Emission. I want to see VW selling cars with these badges.
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