I love New York. I loved it before the pandemic, I stayed true to it during the three long months of quarantine, and I'm still smitten with it now as the city stubbornly plows through the recovery phase.
For those who remained in the city, one of the chief rewards has been watching New York streets reinvent themselves. Since people couldn’t eat inside without playing viral Russian roulette, government officials finally let New York act like a grown-up global city, green-lighting outdoor dining and — hallelujah! — outdoor drinking. Gone are the days of pouring rosé into Gatorade bottles whenever we wanted to take our vices outside. Now, the grimy, beautiful sidewalks are all ours.
Sure, some of the new spaces — closed cabins with limited airflow — don't make a lot of sense if being safer from Covid is the main objective. But the sheer ingenuity of different spaces popping up all over the city is a joy to witness. Plastic chairs for the cheaper seats, elaborate constructions for the rattle-your-jewelry crowd. Impossibly green, weather-proof plants. Disco balls. Fully equipped Omakase counters. Wooden floors and real ceilings that won't blow away even in a category 3 whopper (this has been a good year for construction business).
Tiny restaurants located on corners lucked out, now being able to annex a sizable chunk of the street in each direction. Heaters for sub-zero January thrill-seekers, portable air-conditioners for intrepid July diners. No weather, no virus, nothing will stop New Yorkers from dining out. And with people watching an added bonus, New York City street life has become impossibly more vibrant than before.
Love the writing and of course the photos. Might be interesting to include here and there details about how you took the photos. Not the technical stuff like lenses but how you happened upon a picture, if you had to ask permission to take a picture (li…