Auntie Anne’s Was the Best Part of Traveling Anywhere - Eater

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The classic pretzel is a reward when you’re stuck somewhere shitty with drop ceilings and security checks Ask any New Yorker and they’ll probably tell you that Penn Station (tied with Port Authority) is the worst place in the city. Cramped and lit with piss-hued fluorescent bulbs, it’s packed with anxious commuters trying to get to New Jersey or Long Island. The food options are mostly newsstand snacks, a TGI Fridays renowned for its bad service, or the questionable “Freight Car of Nachos” at Kabooz’s. But somehow I find myself missing Penn Station In These Times. Because it’s only in its grimy depths that I can reliably find Auntie Anne’s. Auntie Anne’s makes it its business to be in places that you don’t want to be — like the old Terminal B at LaGuardia Airport or the most depressing section of your local malls. Its Wikipedia page describes its 1,500 locations as thriving in “non-traditional retail spaces.” The brand is a major presence in shopping malls, but also in train stations,

Dining Out Auntie Anne’s Was the Best Part of Going Anywhere The classic pretzel is a reward when you’re stuck somewhere shitty with drop ceilings and security checks by Jaya Saxena Sep 14, 2020, 2:31 PM UTC Photo by Willis Lam /Flickr Part Of Snack Week see all Jaya Saxena is a former correspondent at Eater, and the series editor of Best American Food and Travel Writing . She explores wide ranging topics like labor, identity, and food culture. Ask any New Yorker and they'll probably tell you that Penn Station (tied with Port Authority) is the worst place in the city. Cramped and lit with piss

Auntie Anne’s Was the Best Part of Traveling Anywhere - Eater

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