And why shouldn’t it be? For this city has a big, beating heart and a warm embrace.
Where ever I went, I met amazing people, friendly people, hard-working people, unpretentious people. When I looked around, I found myself surrounded by the city’s regalia from the past- the souvenir from Pan-American Exposition in Electric Tower, the genius of Frank Lloyd Wright in the Darwin Martin House, the vision of Sullivan in the intricacies of the Guaranty Building. When I went to a local eatery, I was greeted with a warm smile and gracious thanks for supporting small businesses. When I came across Hello Hertel, and sent the authors an email about contributing to their blog, I found myself chatting with them over a cup of coffee, sharing the stories of our mutual Buffalove.
I fell for Hertel when a friend took me to Spot. Call it the warmth of their fireplace on a chilly fall evening, or the marquee of North Park Theater, the pasta fagioli at Romeo and Juliet’s, or fish fry Fridays at Wellington, I moved to a beautiful townhouse on North Park the first chance I got.
Two years later, I am a Buffalonian. Actually, a proud Buffalonian.
Yes, I have a favorite wings place. I have more Bills and Sabres clothes than Abercrombie and Fitch. And in true Buffalo fashion, I cringe every time I shovel my driveway or brush the snow off my car.
Curious for more? I am an Electrical Engineer, but my interest lies in number crunching. I am juggling grad school with a job, but I can finally see some light at the end of tunnel as I am graduating this May. Boring work stuff aside, I love cooking, traveling and shopping (of course). If I had my way, I would be cooking pasta from scratch and drinking red wine somewhere in Italy right now!
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