And just like that, we were off the grid. Or, as off the grid as one could be taking New York City public transportation to a hipster, boutique hotel in Brooklyn. I mean, sure, we weren’t exactly camping in a state forest and catching fish with our hands or anything. But without cell phones, we couldn’t order GrubHub or call for an Uber or anything. For two Manhattanites, our current situation was positively rustic. Primitive, even.
