From torrential rains to 70-degree days, it seems that April has arrived. And by April, we mean summer, because what is spring in New York anyway except the sudden jump from wearing a puffer coat and carrying an umbrella to wearing flip flops and sweating profusely on street corners while chugging iced coffee?
Or maybe that’s just us.
Anyway, we hope you put in some quality ice-cube-making time over the (gorgeous) last two days, because the New York City forecast is in the solid 70s (and might even hit 80) this week. Hot. And by that, we mean smokin’. Until, of course, the weekend.