How crunchy is the big apple?
I admit I've been a lazy food blogger for the past 2 weeks or so. Work work work is my excuse; thankfully, my labour has not been in vain. After overcoming the mountain of work that was piled on my desk, I've taken some time off and flown off to the big apple. Over a dinner the week before I left, my friend T asked what I was going to be doing in NYC. My answer was simple, as a tourist, I had to fulfill my tourist obligations: scale the empire state building, where I nearly froze to soak in the slights of the concrete jungle, take a photo of myself with a ridiculous one-armed-raised pose with the statue of liberty and such. I had also an eating itinery that took precedence over the sights, more importantly; I had my restaurant reservations lined up for our NYC trip. T then turned to me and said, so it is more of a food pilgrimage that you are going on. As a response I could only giggle in agreement. So here I am, tasting the big apple, it has been reckless gluttony and a scumptious trail so far and hopefully the best is yet to be with my upcoming dinner date with the mecca of them all, Per Se.