Apple sweet and sour 
Manhattan always surprises me. Even if you've been there ten, twenty, thirty times. The heart of the Big Apple has a bittersweet taste. A perfect bipolarity between the windows of luxury, breathtaking views and smelly drains, homeless people who sleep on the fountains at Lincoln Center. This balance makes it unique cruel. Are not you bored, it makes you discover any Once a grain of truth in most. When you get used to the skyscrapers and the monotony of Fifth Avenue just take a cab and in ten minutes you are in Europe, in Greenwich Village. If you miss the air there are trees with the squirrels in Central Park. If you want to read a book, you can do in front of the panorama train for excellence on the benches of the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. It is never all white or all black, there are plenty of imperfections that make you push the throttle up to eat their shoes before going to sleep. On the Manhattan food is an orgy for the senses. Some addresses do not miss ever. Like the Pearl Oyster Bar
for the sandwich with lobster (the lobster roll served with fries thin crisps), the
Dawat Indian for high quality,
Jackson Hole for burgers full of any giant crap, the Magnolia
for the perfect cupcake 2 million calories ... Every time I arrive in Manhattan is the goose bumps ... after two or three days I start to feel a discomfort for the confusion, the lack of European spirit ... until allotment. And it is already nostalgic. Already hunting for the memorials in the movies.
Manhattan always surprises me. Even if you've been there ten, twenty, thirty times. The heart of the Big Apple has a bittersweet taste. A perfect bipolarity between the windows of luxury, breathtaking views and smelly drains, homeless people who sleep on the fountains at Lincoln Center. This balance makes it unique cruel. Are not you bored, it makes you discover any Once a grain of truth in most. When you get used to the skyscrapers and the monotony of Fifth Avenue just take a cab and in ten minutes you are in Europe, in Greenwich Village. If you miss the air there are trees with the squirrels in Central Park. If you want to read a book, you can do in front of the panorama train for excellence on the benches of the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. It is never all white or all black, there are plenty of imperfections that make you push the throttle up to eat their shoes before going to sleep. On the Manhattan food is an orgy for the senses. Some addresses do not miss ever. Like the Pearl Oyster Bar for the sandwich with lobster (the lobster roll served with fries thin crisps), the Dawat Indian for high quality, Jackson Hole for burgers full of any giant crap, the Magnolia for the perfect cupcake 2 million calories ... Every time I arrive in Manhattan is the goose bumps ... after two or three days I start to feel a discomfort for the confusion, the lack of European spirit ... until allotment. And it is already nostalgic. Already hunting for the memorials in the movies. 
