When you want to feel that you own the world, it's hard to think of a better place to be than perched in a window seat at The Aviary. If this vantage point - high above Columbus Circle - doesn't make you feel lucky then nothing ever will. The food certainly helps. It's hard not to laugh when this great white sheet of crackling deliciousness is plunked onto your table, teetering perilously on its perch. It must be the skin of a half a pig, zinged with vinager and so crisply crunchy that it shatters as you break bits off to dunk into that dizzy smudge of corn and chiles. Your mouth is on fire, your fingers shiny - and you are incredibly happy.
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When you want to feel that you own the world, it's hard to think of a better place to be than perched in a window seat at The Aviary. If this vantage point - high above Columbus Circle - doesn't make you feel lucky then nothing ever will. The food certainly helps. It's hard not to laugh when this great white sheet of crackling deliciousness is plunked onto your table, teetering perilously on its perch. It must be the skin of a half a pig, zinged with vinager and so crisply crunchy that it shatters as you break bits off to dunk into that dizzy smudge of corn and chiles. Your mouth is on fire, your fingers shiny - and you are incredibly happy.