New York is a magical place where at a fancy workout class you will meet a middling but extremely successful writer you kinda sorta enjoyed back in 2011 and she will be so unfathomably rude to you for no reason that now you have to think of her as an opp as a matter of principle
I'm convinced the reason people wait hours in line for hyped-up food in NYC is that the act of lining up is a social activity in itself.
Almost everything to do in this city prices young people out - $100 dinners, $70 movie dates, $200 broadway tickets, $40 workout classes, $30 cocktails, etc.
Waiting in line is free and social. You're outside, with people and you feel part of something.
people are clowning this, but after I went to a sandwich spot in London of a similar vibe, I legit said “salty lunch lady would actually break these people’s brains”