It was widely reported this week that the Manhattan Bedbug Epidemic of 2010 has reached Lincoln Center, an unsettling revelation for someone who passes by every day. What is a commuter to do? The natural answer would be "nothing, don't be a hypochondriac." But for me, altering my commute is the only option.
Since the news hit, I have tried to avoid passing by Lincoln Center at all costs, which means that West End and Amsterdam Avenues have become my new routes. Funny thing though: the happy bookstores, restaurants, and cupcake shops that litter Columbus don't translate to this new western route. Instead, West End is scattered with nursing homes and high rise condos in a scene that looks downright apocalyptic. And don't get me started on Amsterdam: the only thing exciting on the whole avenue is the sleeping (often open-mouthed) security guard at the front desk of the public library.
No thanks. I miss my street food vendors and 30-something yuppies eating Magnolia too damn much to trade it in for the barren wasteland that is "East New Jersey." Do you know they actually have car dealerships on West End? Nope. Not for me. I guess I'll take my chances with the bed bugs. At least they are self-respecting New Yorkers.
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