0 false 18 pt 18 pt 0 0 false false false      Stumbling through the streets of New York City with eleven other fantastic females…well, that my friends, is what I would call a pretty righteous bachelorette party.  Yet, when my dear friend, Emily chose the Big Apple as her (almost) anything goes, estrogen infused, party until you pass out, destination, I immediately cringed.  New York City in January?  A vision of chapped lips, cracked hands, patchy red cheeks and my little body shaking from head to toe quickly swept through my mind.  A born and raised Floridian, I am most certainly the weakest of weak in dreadfully cold temperatures.  But, I took control of my internal whimpering and reminded myself of all the glorious cuisine I would be partaking in.  That is when, the thought of 30-degree weather fazed me no more.  For food in NYC is most definitely in a league of its own.

I already miss the easily accessible mouth-watering lobster rolls…those fresh and oh so luscious wonders of the world.  I long for pizza that ranks supreme in my long list of creatively concocted and expertly executed crusts with sauce and toppings galore.  I ache for authentic Chinese dim sum- especially those delicious dumplings I dipped in soy sauce and Sambal.  Fresh North Atlantic seafood and bona fide Italian cuisine are also begging me to come back to the great city of Boston.