Author: Tin

  • The New York slice

    The New York slice

    Horns, footsteps, metro, and a cacophony of muffled conversation let’s you know one thing: a slice is just a block away. The New York slice is geometry that stretches beyond the bounds of five boroughs. It lives contemporaneously with the lore of the city… and haunts the minds of those sober and intoxicated alike. Crispy,…

  • Ssäm bar of expectation

    Ssäm bar of expectation

    An uncomfortable wave ripples through your muscles when dining at a restaurant of a man who made partner at Gods of Food LLC — est. 2013. The burden oddly shifts onto you, the diner, to really not fuck this up. Thousands have made the pilgrimage to a foodie Mecca, espousing the mystical glory that is…

  • A fixture of greatness

    Lonely. I think we both were. Me, a boy with few friends and no concept of identity. You, an icon, an empty vessel to project on. You seemed isolated, abrasive, demanding, disagreeable. I felt it. I perceived it. I understood. An outcast — the company of one is often fraught. Nonetheless, you excelled. You dominated.…