We had been walking through the bustling streets of New York for hours; tortured by the unexpected rain and then hot, humid sticky weather that followed. Sweat clung to our skin as a permanent outer layer. For all my misconceptions of New York, I was not expecting the bipolar weather. It was our first day in New York; my friends and I had decided to take a mini vacation before the beginning of the school semester. Feeling the ache of my feet and the exhaustion of being on airplane for five hours, all I wanted to do was rest a little. But it was New York! We couldn’t waste our time simply sitting or waiting for our AirBnb. Plus, my stomach had been rumbling for the past hour, it was about time we try some of New York’s famous cuisines.
We were beginning to understand the organized chaos of walking through Times Square and the surrounding streets. There were people constantly on the move, tourists randomly stopping to take a quick picture or look at the street vendors selling all kinds of I heart New York souvenirs. Not to mention the dozens of food carts selling hot dogs, gyros, and kebabs. The smell of barbecued meat mingled with muggy stagnant air and garbage that wafted through the air. Any moment of hesitance in front of the food carts and the vendors would lure you in, “Hey, we have hot dogs, kebabs… What do you want?” We where here to experience New York, so we turned to a random vendor. The moment we approached him he began searing hot dogs on the stained metal skillet, the smell of cooked meat polluting our noses. My stomach growled in response, finally something to eat.
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