I was recently in New York for the weekend, something that’s happened rather frequently this year.  NYC never fails to impress me with its seemingly endless supply of restaurants and markets, and its sheer quantity of offerings in general, the majority of which are quite good.  You truly can have whatever you want, whenever you want it.  It’s always my personal challenge to eat everything I even remotely desire during my short weekend trips, yet even a long weekend doesn’t provide me with enough time to eat it all:  street food, late night pizza, coffee shops, candy shops, and the trendy local spots my resident friends bring me to for brunch.  Try as I may to “bring it”, there’s always something that must be saved for the next trip. 

 How about those colors!

 

On my last trip, my college roomate brought me to brunch somewhere off the beaten path, a hole-in-the wall haunt, amazing just the same.  It was a cafe above Fairway grocery, the market bubbling over with New Yorkers zoned in on the acquisition of goods, always striving for maximum efficiency.  Visitors should come prepared for minor casualties that might result from misstepping into the pathyway of one of these seasoned shoppers.  Of course, said seasoned shoppers would probably say we tourists should not come at all.  It was definitely not a place for my usual aimless wanderings, so, in my intimidated state, I decided to limit myself to purchasing ingredients for the dip below, to be served at a wine & cheese gathering later that night, stopping only to gaze longingly at the amazing sights & smells of the bakery. 


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