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All in Travel
0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false Stumbling through the streets of New York City with eleven other fantastic females…well, that my friends, is what I would call a pretty righteous bachelorette party. Yet, when my dear friend, Emily chose the Big Apple as her (almost) anything goes, estrogen infused, party until you pass out, destination, I immediately cringed. New York City in January? A vision of chapped lips, cracked hands, patchy red cheeks and my little body shaking from head to toe quickly swept through my mind. A born and raised Floridian, I am most certainly the weakest of weak in dreadfully cold temperatures. But, I took control of my internal whimpering and reminded myself of all the glorious cuisine I would be partaking in. That is when, the thought of 30-degree weather fazed me no more. For food in NYC is most definitely in a league of its own.
I already miss the easily accessible mouth-watering lobster rolls…those fresh and oh so luscious wonders of the world. I long for pizza that ranks supreme in my long list of creatively concocted and expertly executed crusts with sauce and toppings galore. I ache for authentic Chinese dim sum- especially those delicious dumplings I dipped in soy sauce and Sambal. Fresh North Atlantic seafood and bona fide Italian cuisine are also begging me to come back to the great city of Boston.