Author Archives: Ashley N. Carr

My Life as a New York Foodie-Multimedia Project

There is one thing that people do everyday regardless of race, religion, gender, sexual orientation, or anything else for that matter; People are always eating… especially in New York City. Each day, you can see people in line for halal food at the street cart, picking up some breakfast at one of the million Dunkin Donuts, or making their way to a much-needed lunch break. I have done all of the above, much to my wallet’s dismay.

Food, to me, is not only to nourish oneself, but it’s also a way to connect with other people. I mean, think about it. What’s the first thing you think of when I say Thanksgiving? Turkey, right? How about birthday? Was it cake? I don’t know about everyone else, but having food at a gathering  makes 1. everyone more excited to be there, and 2. the event more memorable. Take a college campus, for example. Nothing gets people together faster than someone shouting “free pizza in the quad!”

With that being said, I invite you to take a peek into my NYC memories all revolving around, you guessed it, food.

And in case you were wondering, yes. It is very difficult to keep in such wonderful shape. 🙂

Ashley Carr


Adventure Point: Brooklyn Bridge

One of the first weeks we were here, Jaime, Zach, Yang, and I all decided we wanted to walk the Brooklyn Bridge. I’d hear a lot of rumors about it and I wanted to see if they were true.

Rumor #1: It takes two hours to walk.

FALSE. It took us about 20 minutes.

Rumor #2: There are people selling mangoes on a stick.

FALSE. Well, at least there wasn’t any of this glorious-sounding treat anywhere in sight when I got there.

Rumor #3: You will get run over by bikes.

TRUE. People on bikes are crazy. Make sure you stay on the right side of the road and let bikers have their side…and a little more.

Though I wish there were mangoes and the bikers weren’t so crazy, the Brooklyn Bridge is a must-see for anyone visiting or living in the city. It may be a way of transportation for some people, for me it was a way to get great views and hang out with great friends.


If there’s one thing New York has taught me…

…it’s to make connections. 

On every media visit, every interview, and in the majority of conversations I’ve had with professionals, I’ve been advised to meet as many people as I can. I’ve taken this advice to heart. 

In a city as big as New York, it’s all about the people you know. I’ve realized the one person you met at the coffee shop while rushing to you’re internship could be my next boss. A smile and a “have a nice day” never hurt anyone. I didn’t have this mindset the whole time I’ve been here though.

If you smile at someone on the street, they think you’re hitting on them. If you smile at someone in a store, they think you work there (right, Cody?). At least, that’s what I thought the first few weeks I was here. I’d developed this tougher-than-nails, I-hate-tourists attitude that I’ve learned, no doubt, from the grocery store clerks that don’t say a word to you when checking out.

After I received the golden advice, the advice I probably knew all along, I decided to revert back to my Midwestern ways. Plus, I hated not saying sorry when I stepped on someone’s foot and not greeting the doorman. Whether my rediscovered people skills will get me a job, entry to an exclusive club, or a free coffee, I don’t know and it really doesn’t matter. I want to be myself and not this hardened caricature of me.

Whoa, that was deep.


Ashley Carr

Adventure Point: The Met

All summer, I’ve been wanting to go to the Met. Because it closes at 5:30 on weekdays, though, I haven’t been able to go after work. That leaves weekends. While I’d love to say I wake up early on Saturdays and Sundays to get stuff done and have adventures, I think there was maybe just one weekend I woke up before 11:00. The week wears me out!

This weekend, however, was different. Whether it was from an early morning text or the anxiety from this past weekend being the last of my summer in New York, I got up promptly at 10:30. Not a huge jump from 11:00, but hey, I’m still going to give myself credit. After a little bit of well–deserved lounging, I headed to the Met around noon and I didn’t leave until about 4:30, and that was only because my stomach was yelling at me to eat.

I can honestly say the Met is one of my favorite places I’ve ever been. I’m glad I went alone, because I’m sure everyone would have been annoyed with my frequent “wows” under my breath and the three times I teared up.

I’ve always been an art-fan, but the Met just took it to another level. I can’t wait until I move to New York. I will 100% become a Met member, which means free access everyday and entrance to special exhibits.

Here’s some of my favorite things I saw:






If you haven’t gone, go now!

Ashley Carr


Coming to New York, I had a decent amount of money in my savings account and enough to get by in my checking out. My nickname is Ca$HLEY, after all.

A week from the end, I’m pretty much broke. In this city, more than any I’ve been to, it’s crucial that you have money. Sure, there are a lot of free movies in the park, museum free fridays, and a lot of sights to see, but whether it’s for groceries to bring to the movie, a metro card to get to the museum, or even just for an ice cold bottle on the street for when you’re dehydrated, money is a necessity.

I think the reality of my situation is finally kicking in. I’ve been working 5 days a week all summer for no pay. While I realize I’m being paid in experience and connections, which I am very very thankful for, a girl’s gotta eat… and groceries are pricey.

Here’s a list of what I’ve done to save a few pennies here and there:


1. Always take the train, even when you know taking a cab would take half the time.



2. Make the 20-minute trek to Target. Groceries are Missouri prices there.


3. Bargain on Canal Street for souvenirs!


4. Stop buying dessert at Zeytuna all the time (This one took a little while for me to learn.)


Once I’m back in Columbia, I’ll get back into routine and start making a paycheck again. This time, I’ll save more than ever so I can return to the Big Apple after graduation.






Adventure Point: Rockaway Beach

Let’s go to the beach, each
Let’s go get away
They say, what they gonna say?

This Nicki Minaj song was sung every 5 seconds on our way to Rockaway Beach. (Guys, I didn’t know those were the lyrics. Oops. I’m THAT girl singing it wrong.)

It started at the dorm when Cody busted through the door singing it and firmly planting it in Jaime, Annie, and I’s minds. 

It was there in Duane Reade when we picked up snacks.

It was there on William St.

It followed us on our 40-minute train ride.

And I loved every minute of it.

On the train, when we weren’t busting out in musical-esque singing, we chatted about how ridiculous we looked wearing bikinis while all of the other people on the train were donning suits. Actually, I think gloating would be a more appropriate word.

Upon arrival, we made our way to an open spot, which wasn’t hard to find considering it was Monday. Once there, we probably tried for about 5 minutes to lay our towels down. It was so windy that day, nothing would stay put. Sand was in our eyes, our mouths, and I’m pretty sure there’s still some in my purse.

Though we had to deal with wind and a few other unforeseen problems, the beach was really peaceful and a great way to get away from the hustle and bustle.

Great, now that song is stuck in my head again.



Ashley Carr


Hipster-dreamin’ and Selfies.

When I was a kid and even up until my teens, I always dreamed of living in Manhattan. It’s glamourous, bustling, and every neighborhood is different. While I still love Manhattan, I’ve set my sights on living in a different area: Brooklyn.

In television shows like Gossip Girl and Sex and the City, Brooklyn is looked at as “the place where the poor people live.” Years ago, I would stick my nose up at the thought of living in Brooklyn, but now it’s different. I realize I am pretty poor and I think living there would not only be appropriate, but enjoyable.

I’ve only been to Williamsburg twice in my short stay in New York, but I already know it’s the place for me. It’s often criticized as being the “hipster town,” but let’s face it, I love hipsters. Despite their aversion to anything mainstream, hipsters aren’t afraid to drink cheap beer or throw down in a basement to the music of a wannabe-edgy band. In this way, I feel like I relate. Plus, I approve of high-waisted shorts, hippie headbands, jean cut-offs, and mustaches. So, there’s that. Image

(Mustache Party at my house, 2011)


If I had any question about wanting to live in Brooklyn, all of that was eliminated when I tried Brooklyn Summer Ale. It’s so great. I’m not much of a beer fan, but the summer ale is fruity, light, wonderful, and enough to make up my mind. Make sure you try it!

Plus, the glamour and rooftop bars of Manhattan are only a 20-minute train ride away or a walk across the Brooklyn Bridge