![]() Therefore, my true introduction to an eatery is often through its facilities. The moment I arrive at a restaurant, before I begin catching up with a friend or perusing the wine list, I find myself beelining to the bathroom, eager to get city grime off my hands. ![]() This paranoia has even infected my preferred activity: eating. I’ve become a Purell-toting citizen, avoiding subway poles and sick coworkers with a fervor I previously associated with uptight neurotics. ![]() Whether it was latently bubbling in my psyche before I moved here or acquired after years of living cheek by jowl with other New Yorkers, my germaphobia has developed into an irrepressible part of my existence in this city.
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