Greatest city in the world? Hard question? No, it’s easy. New York City.
I first went with my parents in 1980, and remember mainly looking up, the Empire State (looking down), steam coming out of the streets and the huge cars. In 1987, I stayed at the sweaty Y at the start of a three month adventure. The driver of the Greyhound to North Carolina had to return to Port Authority bus terminal at 10pm to sort out an unruly passenger.
Then, so grateful for many business trips with Amadeus and Vodafone.
American Express, a customer while at Amadeus, are around the corner from Ground Zero. When I was on the account the Freedom Towers were being built; what a project. I came across The Stage Door deli.It re-opened a few days after 9/11, and now was full of construction and office workers. I love New York’s more basic eating places. Noise, free refills, stacked pancakes, great bacon, plenty of Spanish, menus longer than the World Trade Center was tall, chat and debate, and, here, the flying food. Place an order, Spanish holler, give a few bucks, wait a small time, a sandwich wrapped in foil flies from manufacturing to delivery. Many, many fly and all reach the correct owner. ‘Daddy, tell us about the flying sandwich place’, said Valentina and Sebastian. Hard to put into words. One day we’ll take you there and we can also visit the rest of the greatest city on the planet.