You guys! I have been packing! It has been hellish. We won't talk about it.
Instead, I will do a food round-up of our New York trip, which I just now realized I never did and should do otherwise it won't get done and then I will go on a cruise and come back with more food pr0n and forget about this. Everyone knows trips are for eating! So! New York, how we ate you.
(I will be doing this without the aid of my beloved Document, which is now packed. Woe for my memory.)
My sister and I are not mens, and as such we prefer near-constant snacking to several hearty meals. So for the most part we got A Thing and then split that Thing and then a few hours later got another Thing. That way you get to sample more Things. But our first night in NY we were so starved that we each got our own Thing from the pizza place across the way. The pizza slices were 'uge.
Mine had spinach and tomato and a soft cheese which was probably unpasteurized and therefore off-limits for my pregnant self, but mad tasty (and I didn't get listeria, so). Bekah's had broccoli and diced chicken fingers, which SOUNDED TERRIBLE but was excellent (I hear. Chicken was on my no-fly list, and I can still only eat it if I don't have to look at it or think about it. Why you so gross, chicken?).
Our first morning we were all, What does one eat? Because we hadn't yet fallen into the habit of ducking into ANY DELI ANYWHERE and getting scrambled eggs and home fries, or french toast and home fries, or french toast and scrambled eggs and HEAPS OF BACON for, like, $3.25.
So that first jet-lagged morning we ate at Dunkin Donuts and were like, Well now that's done. We made up for it by going to Coney Island later that day and getting hot dogs
and funnel cakes.
We ate loads of tasty street-cart meats (and at least one more hot dog outside the BEA, which was nast and kind of put me off my feed) and no small amount of bagels (which really are better in NY and have forever ruined me for west coast bagels), all of which were delicious and none of which got photographed, because we were busy eating them.
But certain foods were iconically New York and obviously we had to get a soft pretzel in Central Park (it helps that wandering lost through the Met for hours works up an appetite)
and a cheesecake(s) from the bakery around the corner from our hostel.
That bakery was a dangerous sauce, because every night we'd be staggering home, exhausted and maybe a little hungry, and we'd duck into the bakery just to see and we'd walk out with fritters the size of my face.
I already talked about our Mexican extravaganza at Panchitos, so I'll just repost this photo and move on.
What I haven't talked about was Brother Jimmy's BBQ, half a block from our hostel.
We'd walk by there every night on the way home, hungry enough for the bakery but not quite hungry enough for some South in our mouths, but then the day that we got lost in Little Italy (again) we had PLANNED to have dinner there, like a bunch of fore-thinking grown-ups. Getting lost = extra starved = hush puppies to start
and pulled pork to finish
and nothing left on the plates, and every one of the sauces sampled LIBERALLY
and everything was amazing and everyone was happy. We need THAT to be HERE in my FACE. (I would like to point out that there were four pickles and that Bekah ate three of them when I wasn't looking when HALF OF FOUR IS CLEARLY TWO and they were very excellent pickles and I'm still resentful.)
After Brother Jimmy's, what are you going to do, right? Nothing. I can't remember a single thing that we ate after that, except that I had a very disappointing bagel at the airport in Toronto, and that we had quite a good knish at some point after trying to figure out what they were for ages (a deep-fried mashed potato patty. How is that not going to be good?) and that, aside from the Sarah Dessen whoopie pie (azmazing) and the Shel Silverstein black-and-white cookie (disappointing), we also ate some ridiculous tiny cupcakes at a booth that asked if we were a small business, and that nearly half the booths had candy out in the first few days and we lived kind of mostly off that for a while, and that none of our airlines fed us and so we bought some overwrought pastries from the pastry cart outside our hostel (that we weirdly missed seeing until the LAST DAY) and they got crushed in the carry-on but were perfect anyways, and that even though I was very newly pregnant I wasn't sick or tired, thank the goodness.
New York, you fed us well.