For the 13 years we lived in the bay area, my wife refused to call San Francisco the city. “There is only one The City and it sure as heck isn’t San Francisco,” she would say. So now that we have dug in out here on the east coast, I can finally say, we took Niko for his first trip to The City. We took the train to Grand Central and walked down 5th Ave through a sea of people. Then we hit FAO Schwartz and had dinner at La Bonne Soupe. He loved it, and so did we.
New York was The City when I was Niko’s age, but after my family moved to New Hampshire when I was six “The City” was Boston.