My favorite memory of New York would have to be the first time I tried
                      split pea soup at Soho Soups near Hudson Street. It was one of the first
                      times I had ever been to New York and having now been there a countless
                      number of times, this is one of my most vivid memories.

                      It was sometime in the middle of January and it was a usual New York winter,
                      freezing cold, snow a foot deep, wind blowing unbearably hard against you.
                      My sister wanted me to try this place that she thought was a "great little place".

                      As soon as I walked in, I was immediately liked it because it was heated!
                      But after my ‘frostbite’ went away, I took the time to notice that all the walls
                      were made of glass, so while you were eating or working, you could look out on
                      the streets at the people going by. There were two levels to it, the bottom level
                      was all tables filled with people crazily typing away on their lap tops and on the
                      second level were the empty tables and the counter at which you ordered.

                      We ordered our food and sat down at a table near the window. We watched
                      the snow fall and the people walking through it until the waiter brought us
                      our split pea soup.

                      I was about 12 years old and I sat in a great little place called Soho Soups
                      in New York City with my big sister and ate my first serving of split pea soup.
                      That is my best memory of New York.