A Californian transplanted in New York City. Studying law, exploring the labyrinth, avoiding the minotaur, and trying to eat everything the city has to offer.
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Line out the door for Gray's Papaya at approximately 3 o'clock AM. You can't argue with $2.75 for two hot dogs and a drink. Well, that is until the next morning when nausea sets in.
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