For almost two years, I’ve been a resident of Ninth Ave. I love my Hell’s Kitchen neighborhood because it’s so easy to walk to most places in Midtown Manhattan. The name Hell’s Kitchen only sounds scary. Decades ago it was a high crime area, but now it’s just a part of the city where there are a lot of restaurants so the name kind of stuck. Every year around this time, they hold the Ninth Ave. International Food Festival that spans from 42nd-57th Streets. It’s basically the urban version of a county fair and features food from all over the globe.
Though it was only here Saturday and Sunday, naturally, I attended the festival four times stocking up on empanadas, pad thai, spring rolls, pirogues, samosas, lemonade, and sangria. I even got a psychic reading that was pretty accurate. Walking up and down Ninth Ave. on a beautiful day experiencing food from all over the world made me so thankful to be living in New York. I may have many dreams that have yet to come true, but at least one already has.
Home Sweet Home on Ninth Ave.