Survival in NYC is dependent on a combination of street-smarts and miracles. Each day brings the possibility that you may meet your end by way of rat bite, subway blunder, or an unsecured air conditioner hurtling toward the pavement. Here, baby strollers are steamrollers, Elmo might be a groper, and even pizza sauce can land you in the crosshairs of the mob.
And yet, against all odds, the city has so far failed to chew you up or spit you out -- meaning you still have time to try the best of our Harlem bodegas, storied West Village dinner spots, buzzy Brooklyn joints and questionable food carts. This city doesn’t eat you, friend. You eat this city.