NEW YORK EATS SEVEN WAYS, AND ONE OF THEM HAS YOUR NAME ON IT

You order before you sit down, or you refuse to order until you have read the room. You ride forty minutes for one sandwich, or you have not crossed your own block for a meal since last winter. You clock the rebrand before you clock the menu. None of it is random. Every New Yorker eats in a pattern, and the pattern has a name.