New York doesn’t sleep because it’s bionic. No matter how many things you’d like to do or places you’d like to visit, it’s ready. 

Maybe it’s the golden leaves in Central Park and rows of pumpkins at every corner shop, but Autumn in Manhattan gets me every time.

Like many visits to “The City,” my latest was filled with momentum, bacchanalia, and that sinfully salty pretzel smell. 

Buckeye power. 

Only in Manhattan can you find carrot sticks in the breadbasket.