New York in black and white

I spent the past week in New York City, doing the tourist/pretend to be a local thing. Here are some of my impressions from my first visit to Jay Z's house:

-What passes for a hot dog on the streets of New York is a brown thing in a vat of boiling water. I kept wondering what else the vendors might keep in there.

-What came first, the stereotype or the real one in New York?

-I can't afford $5,000 cufflinks, nor do I even want them. BUT I HAVE TO HAVE THEM.

-I'm not sure if it reflects badly on me or the city of New York that I thought most girls I saw walking around were dressed as if they were on Gossip Girl.

-I'm pretty sure that I wasn't featured in a rap video at any point.

-I thought the subway was really dirty. That is until I came back to Toronto and took the TTC home, then I realized that there is "dirty" and there is "acceptably unclean."

-I didn't get sworn at. Not once. For shame.

-A Rye and Ginger is a Canadian drink. But if you really want one on New Year's Eve in New York, you can have one for only $10. (Give or take a couple of more dollars.)

-Home Alone 2: Lost in New York is kind of bullshit because if Macauly Culkin really did get lost obviously he would've been murdered. (Or at the very least would have had to resort to hooking to survive.)

-Drinking $2 PBRs at a hipster dive bar made me realize that hipsters in New York aren't any cooler than Canadian ones. In fact, that they pay more in rent makes their existence even more meaningless.

-I went all the way to New York City and the only celebrity I saw was a fucking Canadian. And it was fucking Jay Baruchel.