Eat lots of amazing (and less amazing) food (of course). All the protein and the healthy fats (well, you’ve got to look for it, but it’s there, believe it or not) and the enormous serving sizes suited my dietary needs splendidly. I also fell in love with their Whole Foods – they actually have more gluten free items than non-gluten free items. As it should be. And wine. There was obviously copious amounts of wine.
Have lots of great, but not-as-great-as-London, coffee.
Bask ourselves in the glory of iconic sights and grande architecture. It might not be the prettiest in the world, but boy, is it impressive.
As well as immerse ourselves in proper culture. Such as seeing the exterior of Monk’s Café and interior of Katz’s Deli, spending New Year’s Eve with Thurston Moore, the rest of Chelsea Light Moving, Ray Pettibon, and Mike Watt in an intimate gig at The Stone; and spending New Year’s Day with Ian McKellen and Patrick Stewart in Waiting for Godot at the Cort Theatre. Plus the Met, MoMA, and the Guggenheim.
Immerse ourselves into the wonderful world of books and literature. The New York Public Library was incredible, but our favourite place was McNally Jackson. When are bookshop cafés coming to London? Maybe we should ditch our careers and start one? The Strand Bookstore was also a pretty good rival to our beloved Foyles.
And see the impressive [yes, I know this word is occasionally frowned upon] campi of prestigious institutions (and secretly be slightly envious albeit happy we had the shabby cosiness of UCL).
And lots, lots more, like seeing the magical first snow of the year fall in Williamsburg. Thank you, New York. You were absolutely fantastic.