Here on the North American east coast, it’s not uncommon for the verdant leaves of summer oaks to fall without notice late in the year—for the “I NY” towels of lounging tourists dotting Central Park to fade into blankets of freshly fallen snow over the course of a long weekend, leaving us scrambling to unpack our winter wardrobes and wondering if Autumn has up and abandoned us altogether.
The Dinner Rush
Excerpt from “Boqueria: A Cookbook from Barcelona to New York”
Main Image Credit: Liz Clayman
It’s 6:30 pm on a Thursday at Boqueria 19th Street, and the relentless buzz of the kitchen printer signals the beginning of the dinner rush.