Our host Lindsey impressed me right away by guiding us down a Kubrickian hallway to our temporary home by walking backwards. I should have known that this delightful parlour trick was a ruse intended to distract from her dogs that pawed and licked their way to my heart. Zorro and Gus, I miss you, write me.
Lin-Zee, or should I call her ‘my hometown nemesis’, then had the gumption to bring us to get my first slice of New York pizza and school me on the ins and outs of cheese. Like how, mozzarella and goats cheese aren’t the same thing. You win this round, Lynsey.
The next day LN-Z, had the balls to write us a list of NY recs so long there was no way we could do it all in one day. Guess I’m coming back to hang with those damn cute dogs?! Dear, LINDSAY, where do you get off?
On the final morning we left, the Hostess Who Has Been Named, woke up to see us off at 6am, likely to make sure we didn’t steal the dogs. It was a sweet gesture but I could sense the animosity.
Unfortunately we didn’t see Nick as much but I could tell right away from his gait that here was a man with legs and a heart made of muscle.
All in all I couldn’t recommend a place to stay more wholeheartedly to get a real insight into the minds of actual psychological-warfare artists. If I come back I know where I’ll be going.