When it's cold outside, my brain freezes. I have no idea where I was when I ate this sandwich. I didn't even go for the sandwich; I went for the coffee. I couldn't feel my fingers through the fur-lined gloves I was wearing. My friend and I decided to stop for some food along the way.
Appropriately, this sandwich is called "The New Yorker". It has bacon AND chicken! And Russian sauce to give it some zing. The White Chocolate Mocha saved my fingers. All is well.
-- Michelle
Loving the beanie AND the panini.
Good times! I liked that this little cafe had a lot of healthy(or healthier) options. It seems like this is pretty common in NYC. Love it! I'm so glad that you said "Want to get some coffee?" We definitely needed it.
ReplyDeletelooks like a cute place! i could only imagine how cold it was there!!!
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