Ordering Lunch in NYC โ A Lesson in 12 Languages ๐ฆ๐
Just when I thought NYU midterms were the ultimate test, a simple lunch break in Midtown taught me a whole new kind of lesson โ in global etiquette! I walked into The Original Soup Kitchen craving a lobster roll, only to be greeted by a wall of instructions in what felt like every language on the planet: ๐จ๐ณ โ๏ผโ (Stay in line!) ๐ฐ๐ท โ๏ผโ (Order when called!) ๐ฏ๐ต โ๏ผโ (Move left after ordering!) ๐ซ๐ท๐ฉ๐ช๐ช๐ธ๐ฎ๐น โฆand more, all basically saying: Donโt mess this up! For a second, I felt like I was back in a language proficiency exam โ but hungrier and more stressed ๐ But then came the hero of the day โ the $18 Lobster Roll ๐ฅนโจ Packed with generous, fresh chunks of lobster โ no fillers, no fluff โ this roll was worth every second of the multilingual pressure. Standing on a busy NYC street, savoring each buttery bite, I had a moment of clarity: โOkay, New York, you win. Youโre chaotic, youโre loud, you overeducate me even at lunchโฆ but I still love you.โ ๐ If you can handle the linguistic warm-up, this spot is a solid yes for a quick, satisfying bite. #NYUlife #NYCFoodStory #LobsterRollLove #OnlyInNewYork #InternationalStudentDiaries