A little while back I decided to spend an entire day eating in NYC – and I asked the one other person in my life who wouldn’t judge me for it – my oldest, my goldest. So we put on some loose clothes, left the boys at home and hopped a train. We landed in Eataly. The market/restaurant/little slice of heaven on 23rd street. You don’t know this about me yet, but I love cheese. Me and cheese, cheese and I – we go way back. The only thing I love more than cheese is bread. So my girl and I basically went to every nook and cranny in that place and had a ball. Don’t get me wrong – there is plenty of meat, fish and fowl to get you going. Then, as we were leaving, like a kiss goodbye….we hit the gelato, and the cannoli, and the espresso, and the espresso gelato – you get the point. My plan had been to take tons of photos throughout the day, but I failed. I failed because I was too busy eating. The only proof of the day was the first picture I took when we walked in (and the extra pounds that I brought home). I know most people travel to the big city for the shopping or the Broadway shows…but not us. If we see a show or buy something it’s only because we are killing time until our next meal. Truth yo.