Not Cooked, Burnt to a Crisp

Election Day, $15 coffee culture, and the New York City marathon.

I had an incredibly New York City morning last weekend. And by “incredibly New York City” I mean hostile and inconvenient.

I met my boyfriend downtown after his run club, which was a special event put on by a Cool Running Brand pop-up (+1 NYC point); then we walked over to the grab-and-go bagel shop that had no indoor or outdoor seating in the sun (it wa…