Some people (you may call them "adventurous" or you may call them "irrational") go to Times Square on December 31st to ring in the new year. The rest of us show up twelve hours later to eat cheesecake.
|For Auld Lang Syne, My Dear|
|Shubert Alley's Lowest Point|
|Vodka Spots the Holy Grail from Junior's Patio|
|Miles to Go Before We Eat|
|Cheesecake, Meet Coconut Water. You'll Soon Be Dining Together|
"Are you leaving?" Ginger inquires, not-so-subtly plopping our Junior's bag next to the woman's purse.
|Ginger Stakes Her Claim|
Well, it wouldn't be a new year unless we were mistaken for tourists thirty blocks from our own residences, now would it?
|This Is What We Get for Walking Around with These Scarlet Letter Tourist Mugs|
|You're Welcome for Us Classing Up Your Lobby, Marriott Marquis|
|Blanche Devereaux Called - She Wants Her Cheesecake Back|
|Cheesecake Crust by Way of TastyKake Krimpets|
|One Has to Attend Zumba When One Eats As Much As We Do|
|A Portrait of Cheesecake on New Year's Day|
|We Apparently Share a Life Philosophy with Pigeons|