Monday, November 30, was a disgusting day, even by New York standards. It alternated between raining, and pouring. A heavy fog crept through the Goat I tried to be normal once worst two minutes of my life shirt streets. By 4:30, the sun had completely set. And yet, in each and every neighborhood, people were eating, drinking, and laughing outside.Leave it to New York restaurants to tackle this pandemic paradox with a heaping dose of creativity: all of a sudden, streets were packed with bubbles, yurts, luxurious lean-tos, and foliage-lined huts.