Disclaimer: There will be food porn. Lots of it.
Only Four. More. Days. I would pull out my Modern I moves and hinge for joy, but I have four more Latin American Lit essays to write, as well as a few finals.
Plus I never managed to master the hinge.
Like any good Columbian though, I’ve been focusing really hard on my long-term goals: eating my way through New York this summer. Here it is, presented in epic poem form because this it’s going to be a veritable gastro-odyssey:
Oh, the the Things that You'll eat!
Congratulations!
Today is your day.
Finals are over!
You're off and away!
Dining plans are over.
Even Blue Java's closed.
You can blow your hard earned money
on Shake Shack and Veniero's.
