When in New York, do as the Romans would do.
I love artichokes. I always have. Growing up in South Africa, the season was always very short - and it happened around September or October. My mom would steam them and we'd sit by the pool tearing off the leaves and carefully dipping them into creamy salty butter.
When I think about it, there was always a mad rush to eat as many as we could, because before you knew it, the season would be over.
