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New York City Trip (Day 4)

The last full day of the trip. It felt a little bit like the last full day, because the plan was to intentionally keep it low-key. Case in point: we decided to finally eat in Chinatown, just to compare against the Chinese food to which we're accustomed. I'd actually heard that Chinese food in NYC wasn't very good, so I was morbidly curious. Let's just say I don't entirely disagree with what I've heard. It could have been the place we went, but I think I'm sticking to other cuisines the next I'm out there.

I had another high school friend who happened to be in Manhattan for the day, so we planned on meeting up. We had a little bit of time to kill, though, so we headed over to the UN building. I saw the line of flags, so I had to go find the two that are important to me: Peru & China. I found Peru fairly quickly, but trying to take a picture of the flag billowing in the wind proved to be problematic. And some tourist interrupted me just when I thought I'd get it, so it took even longer. The Chinese flag took a little longer to find, but worse than that, it was in a shaded part near some trees. So no matter how much the wind picked up, the flag just hung there. They did that intentionally, I bet you. Punks.

Anyhow, we finally met up with my friend at NYU after a little bit of goofing off. We had Korean food for dinner at this place called Mill Korean, but that wasn't the interesting part. We had a fairly academic discussion about theology and fairly abstract concepts, which let me nerd out for a bit. Then the fun started. She started describing her cat, and how expensive it is. Mind you, this is because she feeds it high end meatball things that give it the nutrition it needs. That led to a little bit of teasing. I forget how, but somehow, she admitted that she also feeds it Vaseline so it doesn't cough up hairballs. The cheap Vaseline, at that. That led to more teasing.

After grabbing frozen yogurt place for dessert, we parted ways. Mind you, we'd had a late lunch, had eaten dinner in the last 30 minutes, and just finished dessert. So what did my travel companion want to do? Get dessert at Veniero's Pasty Shop. It's supposed to be a well-known spot, so I figured, why not? I got some (NY) cheesecake that I liked, so it turned out to be a good call.

Okay, so second dessert down. What now? More food. We went to that Taiwanese place that we had tried to check out on a previous night, Saint Alp's Teahouse. My buddy had been there before on a previous trip, which meant it was apparently good enough to warrant a return trip. Normally, I would've been stoked, but I had just had dinner and two desserts in a short span of time. Amazingly enough, he kept on trucking. He ordered more than I did, and kept snacking away. I liked the food, but I had to eat slowly & not eat as much.

And with that, we called it a night. We were both flying out in the afternoon the next day, but we were concerned about rush hour traffic. So, we figured we'd realistically have lunch, and then call it a day. There was but half a day left.

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