People don’t public drink in NYC because they’re afraid of tickets. “OH NOOO! I might get a $25 ticket!!!” Bro what? I’d rather pay 25 bucks for drinking a tall boy and people watching at a park then spend $30 on a shitty espresso martini from any number of New York’s sardine can bars. Stella in a Brown bag, people watching, cigarettes, talking with your best buds, and vitamin D.