It\u2019s 2 a.m. in New York City. The streets are mostly empty, and the shops are mostly closed. But you\u2019re awake, outside and desperately hungry. There\u2019s only one place you want to go.<\/p>\n
The familiar yellow awning of your favorite bodega beckons. You step under it, then into the glare of fluorescent lights. All you have to do is nod at the man behind the counter: He knows you want to order a chopped cheese. As you grab a lottery ticket and a pack of gum while you wait, an orange cat peeks out from between boxes of Froot Loops. She\u2019s awake, too.<\/p>\n
Bodegas, those small corner stores dotting blocks throughout the five boroughs, have been an essential part of city life for decades. The term, popularized by Puerto Ricans, loosely translates from Spanish to \u201cwarehouse.\u201d They\u2019re perhaps the ultimate symbol of a city constantly evolving and on the move.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re a traveling city \u2014 people need things on the go and quick,\u201d said Kel Murphy, 41, who grew up working in his father\u2019s bodega in St. Albans, Queens. \u201cRun in, run out. You don\u2019t have to walk through a maze of aisles.\u201d<\/p>\n
Bodegas are beloved characters of the city, inextricable parts of the cultural zeitgeist. This year, the rapper Cardi B, who is from the Bronx, released a song called \u201cBodega Baddie.\u201d New Yorkers have hosted raves, comedy shows and political events in the stores. And they\u2019ve served as spaces for generations of immigrants to find community, work and a taste of home.<\/p>\n
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