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Something magical happens on the weekends between the hours of sunrise and early afternoon. It's called brunch, and we all know it well. Bagels and pancakes and eggs Benedict mingle with mimosas and bloody Marys in what can only be described as a New York foodie's bliss. And, while you may have your go-to restaurants read
"Hot in / So hot in here." These are the wise words once sung by the great rap artist Nelly. But also, our exact sentiments every time we descend the subway stairs. Or, walk out of our apartments. Or, even attempt strolling by the Hudson. Yes, these days can be blistering at worst and tolerable at best. That is, if you're read