I swear it’s not because of writer’s block, but I’m going to discuss the weather AGAIN, since it’s all any of us here in NYC are talking about. “Can you believe this weather?” has become way more than just a pleasantry at this point, it’s a question I really want to know the answer to. On Friday afternoon it was 75 degrees and I zipped into my favorite wine shop and loudly declared “It’s rosé season!” By Friday evening, every New Yorker was out on the sidewalk trying cram into whatever restaurant wasn’t already completely booked for the night. Not wanting to fight the crowds, some fellow Upper West Siders came by and inspired us to take the layers (and layers and layers) of tarps and plastic off of our outdoor furniture, aggressively chill the stockpiled rosé and order a veritable feast of Korean food. By Sunday, it was 45 degrees and raining.
