An eclectic hodgepodge of October to October snapshots, Part II:
Ordering home fries is akin to ordering minestrone soup. You just never know what's coming.
Old meets new on the New York City subway.
There are Sicilians like Don Corleone and Sicilians like Broadway Joe's.
One of the better behaved passengers that I have encountered in my underground travels.
I've dined with a man who actually puts salt on his corned beef hash.
Hope typically springs eternal, but didn't this year.
Skimping on the sausage...
No review forthcoming: pizza from a street vendor.
Forty years ago, "Vanny" was the place to "hit some out."
I see these "Foodliner" trucks all the time and wonder what they're carrying and where they're headed.
This station was completely under water in the aftermath of Superstorm Sandy.
The breakfast of high blood pressure champions.
Give me Liberty Halal Food or give me death...not.
Go South, young flagman...
My eyes first thought they saw a car leaking gas and not a fire hydrant spewing water.
(Photos from the personal collection of Nicholas Nigro)