My usual reaction to a big snowstorm coming to Hell’s Kitchen is to gather a few friends and head to Bettibar or The Pocket Bar to hunker down and chatter about other snowmageddons we’ve “survived”. Yesterday, I was given the option of ordering in and tipping the delivery worker big (something that my British-ness and Catholic guilt would not normally allow).
However, I chose to have a quiet night out — and wander the empty streets of the city with my iPhone for company. If you didn’t venture out yourself, enjoy these images of a dog on a sleigh, a snowball fight in Times Square, snow clearing, delivery folks and more…