Not exactly an adventure travel-type story, but living in New York, one develops such a strong relationship with
take out and delivered food, I just had to bring attention to
this piece by the Times’ Eric Asimov. Asimov
writes light-heartedly about something that has become an integral part of every New Yorker’s lifestyle, indeed as he
puts it, something every New Yorker considers an inalienable right: to have meals of almost any conceivable sort
delivered to their door, hot, fragrant and appetizing.
As I read the article, I couldn’t help think that someone needs to do a sort of
Nanny Diaries for food delivery
folk. Know what I mean?