TheRealTamara

No hoodies, no hats

Here your attempts at cover-up or hiding stops at the door.

Remove your hat; it’s only polite when going indoors.

Pull down the head covering on your hoodie.

Take off your sunglasses so we can see your eyes.

This is the first I had ever seen such a list of rules. Restaurants at resorts post about shirts and shoes which one is expected to wear before entering.

Here, at BankUnited, it’s all about not wearing pieces of clothing. Remove, pull down, take off.

It said .. “coffee”

Finding a new coffee shop is so easy in NYC. I generally pop in to any place with Coffee on the awning.

LB Coffee may have been here longer than I initially thought. The dirt on this awning is my hint.

The small hot cappucino made with skim milk is silky smooth. The barista has a lovely accent.

Two-for-one pastries are the special this day. I’ll defrost those eventually and I expect they’ll be fine.

Taco local

The Tacombi aesthetic is visible everywhere, even in the wash room. The dining space suggests it may have been a garage or an alternative industrial venue.

Highchairs piled high suggest that this is a family-welcome place. I can attest to this, having been turned away on a couple of Taco Tuesday nights.

Many of those who succeeded in securing a table had brought strollers in. The joint was, as the song goes, jumping.

Their wonderful street corn in a cup renders street fair Mexican esquites redundant. These are not a cob. They sit in pools of the condiments, the cheese, the chili, ready to spoon. Delicious and not sloppy!