There is perhaps no other part of the world that enjoys the reprieve of lunch as much as Midtown–not even Southern Italy. After being pent up in a cell for half the day, there’s nothing quite like the sweet release of being able to go outside. It can drive people almost batty finally being able to let the lid off themselves that they’d been keeping on so tight.
And then there’s all the lunch possibilities to consider. Mexican? Sandwich? Chop’t? Pret A Manger? White wine from Sbarro? The options are liable to cause an internal stir that manifests itself externally. The result is a goddamn free-for-all from the hours of approximately 12 p.m. to 2:45 p.m. If you’re not a native of the Midtown lunch scene, it is strongly recommended that you steer clear of this trough during such a dangerous time of day.