I was already way, way too proud about NYC’s food culture, and then someone went and made an “Empire States of Mind” parody about it, “Empire Plates of Mine”:
(via Ramblings and Gamblings, via Midtown Lunch)
sampling all the food from the whole world
there’s nothing you can’t eat
Peruvian, Greek, Thai, and Guyanese,
baba ghanoush, and headcheese
You guys, I was supposed to live a life of McDonald’s and Olive Garden in Ohio. And here I am, eating Persian food on Saturday night, eating Portuguese food on Sunday morning, eating Vietnamese food on Sunday night, eating Indian food on Monday afternoon, and eating Cuban food on Monday night. My heart explodes from how lucky I feel to live here and have access to all of this.