I like coming down here with friends when the weather permits and drinking on the beach or on the rocks when the tides come in.

Fried chicken. Biscuits. Sausage gravy. Artisanal root beer. House-made pickles.

The rooftop garden at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. The museum floors below are a maze of tremendous art and inspiration, and taking the elevator to the rooftop garden is the icing on the cake. 360' views of verdant green Central Park bordered by cool glass and steel of Manhattan's cityscape in the distance.

I’m crazy for pork buns and ramen. The wait is always long at Ippudo but I never regret it.

Paris in Brooklyn, etc. I have to try hard not to say 'Garçon.' But either way, 'monsieur' would be more appropriate; proper French waitstaff, proper French food.