Mile high pastrami sandwiches, croissant-donut love children, smothered street dogs, and cosmopolitain martinis; the things that make up the mouth watering image of New York city. For me, the corner of Bowery and 3rd is the place that comes to mind when I dream of the Big Apple. Women and men, dressed in their New York bests, are always clinking wine glasses on the patio of Gemma. The sun always hits that street just right. Whether the icy chill of winter or the sweaty humidity of summer, the feeling I get walking on Bowery wins me over every time.