June in New York means outdoor dining. As soon as the temperature climbs above 65°F or so, it seems like every restaurant in the city drags a few tables out front—even onto crowded sidewalks or in front of bus stops or into exhaust-clogged air, as former New York Times critic Frank Bruni was fond of complaining. We like our fresh air, even when that air isn't so, well, fresh.
What do you think about sidewalk dining? Any table in the sunlight? Or would you rather be inside, away from the chaos of city streets?