Why is it your feet always smell like potato chips after walking around sumertime New York City?  That's what Zoe wants to know.  I mean, no other city can embed that weird greasy aroma to its very pavement.  Horace the nomadic monkey has more important questions to ask:  Where is this grease from?  Could it perhaps fry, say, a delicious funnel cake?   or a small egg with toast?  

Crossing a mosh pit. I mean intersection.

NY is the only city in the world where taking the subway is faster than taking a cab...but slower than walking. Alright enough making fun of NY. Zoe just got an apartment here. She's freaking out. Eek.