Wendyโs Subway was one of the first "third places" I stumbled into after moving to NYC. Itโs tucked away like some secret lair, and it's so beautiful in that "this-doesn't-fit-anywhere-else" way. It does so much, you can't really explain what it is. So I just call it a third place. You know, the kind of spot you go when you donโt want to hit a bar (because I don't drink) or pay for something (because... money). I go there to read, flip through a zine on some obscure political issue, or dive into a bi-weekly poetry writing event. It's so freakin' quiet and it'll let your brain take a nap. Do yourself a favor and go. Find community here. But check their website for hours/events first.
