Chinatown, Flushing Queens

I’ve spent 12 years in this area of Brooklyn and the surroundings boroughs. At times I think I’m a NYer but you know there is so much to experience in the city you don’t even bother thinking you know what it means to be one. It’s an essence.

Whatever it means to be a NYer, in my view, the verbs of life would include adventure and discovering. Get out the door and find your favorite hide aways within all the activity. At very least it means having a friend that searches for all things delicious. Oh Yeah!

Just BE a New Yorker!

I can add one more notch to my NYC belt thanks to Steph. She visited the Chinatown in Flushing Queens a couple of months ago and since said she has been returning every couple of weeks to get her fill. I was the lucky one she took this time.

In short the food was delicious, the streets packed, the occasional word of English, a lot of finger pointing and one word exchanges… I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath in remembrance. Yum. In the center of Chinatown it may be hectic but you take a bite and you forget about all around you and the noise becomes part of the bite as well.

We visited many places and one turn took us through a doorway, down a hall and into a mall off sorts filled with many small vendors and tables/seats filling in the rest of the space. Steam bubbling from pots, nods of heads to greet us, string noodles being stretched, curious eyes upon us we walked right in and Steph took me to her favorite dishes.

Just get up there and enjoy it for yourself… with friends of course. If you go alone nobody will believe you when you return. The following links will give you a head start. Enjoy!

Manhattan Observations

I had to go into the city to meet my client Alyssa Dineen, drop off assets and an invoice (yahoo!) as well as run a few other errands. It was a little cool but I was loving it as long as I was walking on the sunny site of the street.

While I was downtown around Canal St. and all the Chinatown business that goes on there I was watching the foot traffic. I actually stopped because I was on the phone and found a fairly quiet corner to talk on (yeah right), but then I started to noticed people hanging out in their mini-vans. The door would slide open and just one at a time would exit. I soon realized they were the illegal sidewalk dealers. Asian women walking the sidewalks with laminated printouts of knockoff purses that tourists buy. They huddle around them, point at thumbnails and make a deal!

As I walked on I continued my calls and admired the activity all the way to the SoHo Apple Store to get me a new battery and computer bag.

I HEART SPRING!