Urban Jungle

There is no time that you miss the city quite like during a global pandemic. It started small: a twinge, a mild craving for the bright lights. It grew to invading my thoughts, with taxi cabs and bustling streets dancing before my eyes. And, much like when you tell yourself not to think of pink elephants, suddenly Pepto-Bismol tinted pachyderms are the only things stampeding through your brain: I need me some bright lights, big city! B efore all of this fantastic isolation, Mr. D and I were planning an amazing weekend in New York. I’m a huge Broadway fan, a huge fine dining fan, and love the pulse and fashion of a place like NYC. I went through weeks of lists...