As I am exiting the Museum of Natural History, I pass a woman talking on the phone. She asks, “Is it wonderful?” and I think, “It is.”
I am in New York, buying English books (at the Barnes & Noble on Fifth Avenue, thoughts of Kelly prompt me to purchase “The Cave” to replace “Death at Intervals”) and eating cheesecake at Junior’s in Grand Central Station. I have rediscovered Milano cookies, Starburst and English muffins, which I eat in the mornings when jet lag forces me awake. English muffins, I have decided, are the pinnacle of good eating.
Are you really in NY? For how long?
omg you’re in my city? if you like english muffins, you owe it to yourself to try a biali. you can get them at most delis. it’s like if a bagel and an english muffin had a baby.
this makes me happy.