Staying at The Standard Hotel in the Meatpacking District with a rad view of the Highline from the room. Once settled in The Monster realizes he has basically eaten a thousand calories of airplane nuts/pretzels/cookies and nothing else and starving is a definite possibility. As it’s between lunch and dinner and time is at a premium heading down to the Standard Grill for something to stop the impulse to eats one’s own hand is the prudent move.
Sitting outside on a fine spring afternoon (a slight nip in the air but the rain has held off) The Monster remembers how much one can love NYC. It’s a vibrant city with a true energy unique to it. This is one person who can appreciate both NY and LA.