When tourists quip, “She’s a remarkable town,” I always nod in agreement: Only in New York would I get lost exploring an unfamiliar neighborhood and happen upon a small Israeli eatery humbly tucked between two dry cleaners. Only in New York can your Latino cab driver start singing a Hebrew song with his own Spanish spin on it. Only in New York would I find myself without kosher cutlery after renting a place and be graciously offered whatever I need from the Satmar camp across the street. And only in New York can you stand outside of a lobby with a group of strangers at 2am and realize you’re all related. Yes, I've experienced every one of these instances and my infatuation with this town knows little to no bounds.