The Amateur Gourmet: Ikea, Therefore I Am
“There comes a time in every New Yorker’s life when he or she must ride
the A train to 42nd street and 8th Avenue, snake their way past the
crowds to the Port Authority, climb down the stairs and board the bus
at Gate 5 for Ikea. This is a rite of passage for any new New Yorker,
and though I’ve been here for a year and a half now it’s better late
than never. Lisa joined me for the journey and the free shuttle
shuttled us to New Jersey in little more than 30 minutes. My favorite
part was going through the New Jersey Turnpike tollbooth: I felt like
Tony Soprano, except thinner and less prone to murder….
…Now you may begin to wonder: why write about Ikea on a food blog? What
does Ikea have to do with food? What’s love got to do got to do got to
do with it?…”
The Amateur Gourmet
