How to be Gluten Free in NYC

How to be Gluten Free in NYC

Gluten Free in NYC

Listen.  If you’re worried about eating Gluten Free in NYC, please stop.  There is no need to fret about the glory that New York City has for its Gluten Free tourists and locals.  I ate some of the best Gluten Free food in my life and never had one gluten contamination problem.  As if I couldn’t love New York anymore…

Just download my favorite app, Find Me Gluten Free, and check to see what’s around you wherever you go!  We found one of our favorite meals this way.  We had just finished up at the Met (love), and found a Colombian place near by, Dulce Vida Cafe.  Oh.  Dear.  Goodness.  It was heavenly.  We ate cheese empanadas breaded in corn meal, tostones (fried plantains that reminded me of our trip to Puerto Rico!), and mixed grill.

Which brings me to a very important point.  Try interesting and different restaurants when you travel.  Maybe you won’t like it; maybe your mind will be opened and your mouth will have a party.  Just try new things all the time.

Though our trip was a quick 50-hour stint, and I’m sure there are so many fabulous places, these were a couple favorites:

Nizza – This great little Italian restaurant was recommended to me by a Gluten Free friend.  The whole meal was delicious (I ordered the GF gnocchi and a cab), but the highlight was the focaccia bread.

Gluten Free in NYC

Bloom’s Deli – This came from another recommendation.  I can’t rave about it enough, a quintessential NYC diner.  We got a window spot to watch the hustle and bustle and the cabs drive by.  I got Gluten Free French Toast.

I also found some Gluten Free pizza and had hot dogs with GF buns at Yankees stadium.  Everywhere I turned there were options.  Eating gluten free in NYC is a breeze, a joy, and a great way to gain a few pounds.  Can’t wait to go back.

How to be Gluten Free in NYC

Gluten Free

When In … New York City


I love New York City.  Not in the same way I love pizza, really.  More like the same way I love family members.  It’s a deep love.  I loved it before I met it, and loved it even more after we were acquainted.  Major love fest.

Mild exaggeration set aside, the Boyfriend and I had a blast on our quick NYC trip.  We spent 50 hours in New York City and did just about everything wonderful that you could feasibly fit in that time frame.  I couldn’t have been happier.


Kinky Boots on Broadway.  The best.

Times Square:

Times Square

Central Park:

Central ParkChillin’ with Shakespeare



The Met:

new_york_cityAn artist at The Met

The Met, New York City

Yankee Stadium:


Grand Central Station:

Grand Central Station New York

9/11 Memorial:

New York City 9/11 MemorialNo picture could describe the feeling of being at the World Trade Center memorial.

Battery Park:

The Subway:

Subway New York City

The High Line:

The High Line is an old elevated Railroad turned turned into a park/great view.

We stayed at Hampton Inn Manhattan/Times Square South.  And honestly, we booked it because it was inexpensive.  But it actually ended up being ideal.  It was a close walk to Times Square, Broadway, Macy’s, the Subway, and lots of great restaurants.  It was clean and updated.  We ended up being so glad we stayed there.

The food was insane.  I ate so. much. freaking. food.  All the rumors you hear are true; food tastes better in New York City.  I’ll compile a “Gluten Free in New York City” soon.  But know this: it couldn’t be easier to be Gluten Free on a NYC vacay!

By the end of all our adventuring our feet and legs hurt so badly from walking.  Totally worth it!


New York City, Food Poisoning, and Your Dreams

New York City, Food Poisoning, and Your Dreams

New York City

I’ve wanted to go to New York City since long before I knew the price of a Broadway ticket.   Had I known, I would have chosen, say, Costa Rica to be my dream vacation. But no, I chose to be enamored by the most expensive place on earth. A place God himself must budget for. (Slight exaggeration).  It’s been my traveling DREAM.

As this post publishes, I will be on a flight to the east coast on a trip that includes a 2 1/2 day stop in New York City for the very first time – I’m a Yankee virgin, if you will. Ladies and gents, I’m about too excited for words. SO excited in fact that my body chose to commit an act of treason against my joy in the form of violent food poisoning. Only hours before my glorious red-eye to the heavenly NYC.

I reacted in all manners cool, calm, and collected. In no way did I hyperventilate or believe my life was coming to an end as my body expunged the entire contents of my stomach. (I’m lying to you) After The Boyfriend made a run for 7-Up and spent a few hours convincing me I would not die over some good ol’ fashioned vomit, I realized that New York City and food poisoning really go hand in hand.  Obviously.

You see, I believe all your dreams are achievable. You can literally do whatever you want to do. The sky isn’t even a limit. But you can’t do them all without a little throw-up. Ya hear me?!

You can have a lovely partner and live a lovely life in a lovely home, but there’s gonna be shit in the front yard sometimes. Quite literally there was shit in our front yard two weeks ago. Our shit. From a clogged sewer system. Gross and so human all at the same time.

My favorite blogger ever, Glennon Doyle Melton, so wisely writes that, “Life is Not Hard Because You are Doing It Wrong, Life is Just Hard.”   I think our dreams are hard too. It’s not that I’m wrong or broken or the dreams are wrong or broken. It’s not that we need fixing, my dreams and I. It’s just that dreams are hard and when you finally attain one, it’s not offered to you in a pretty box with a big ribbon.

We can’t stop chasing after New York City because we’re afraid of a little food poisoning. We can’t stop chasing after the lovely life because we’re afraid of a little shit.   We either get the dreams and all the baggage or we get no dreams at all.  The vomit and the shit come not because we’re doing it all wrong, but because we’re doing it! Because we’re not hiding away from things less than pleasant.

And now – A toast to you and me (with my 7-Up, because nothing’s better at keeping bile in your stomach where it belongs than high fructose corn syrup):

May we dream. May we work hard to achieve every single one of those dreams big and small. May we never doubt that we are worthy of them. And may we remember that the vomit and the shit come not because we’re doing it wrong, but because we’re doing it!! Cheers to you, your dreams, your shit, and my food poisoning.

I’m going to NYC baby! (Pics to come!!)