New York Blues

Now that I've landed in New York City for business school (banker to commis to student... again), I find myself eating more like a poor student than a real food lover, which breaks my heart. I'm living on lecture notes and drowning under endless emails, and am being force fed pizza or vending machine meals several times a week. I'm ashamed. Where is that golden, buttery, perfectly flaky croissant I need to get back my munchie inspiration?

I want one of these:
http://www.davidlebovitz.com/2010/12/how-much-butter-can-be-in-a-croissant/