A gorgeous autumn afternoon on the High Line:

–So we went out for arepas the other day…

–For WHAT?

–You’ve never had AREPAS?!

–Okay, they’re kinda like pancake wraps–

–No, they’re like fried pita with STUFF in it–

–What are you talking about? They’re crunchy, hand-held Venezuelan–

–Those aren’t even FOOD words!

Jess:  Hang on, guys. I’m gonna call off work tonight, and we’ll just go out for arepas.