More than two years after moving to New York, I just had my first five-borough weekend. I full-throatedly recommend it. Much of the joy owed to letting the weekend develop organically; over-describing or -prescribing risks turning something fun into a checklist. But, in case you're simply curious, here's a synopsis:
It began inconspiculously. After work on Friday, I ambled down Sixth Avenue, having made what at the time felt like depressingly few weekend plans. I played and lost two chess games in Bryant Park at $1 apiece before deciding where to eat dinner: Phayul, a Tibetan restaurant that a friend and I had considered but decided against the previous weekend.
Phayul's location, a couple short blocks from the Roosevelt Ave. station in Queens's Jackson Heights neighborhood, makes it surprisingly accessible from midtown; I think the entire trip took less than a half-hour.