At the end of a night of drinking, the $197 tab for 3 at Merc Bar seems completely justifiable given the excessive amounts of pretzels and popcorn you inhaled and/or dipped in your Cayenne (Spicy) from the handsome wooden bowls perched upon the bar or your cozy table.
We have no qualms about throwing down $17 on a cocktail but the prospect of spending $4.99 for a pack of napkins at Duane Reade strikes us absolutely absurd. Hence our lifelong fascination with discovering the best method of obtaining free napkins. Our local pizza joint has probably suffered 853 lbs and $92832983 of napkin damage as a result of this.
(Photo courtesy of Time Out New York, Mulberry Project)
What’s the one feeling that the true native New Yorker knows rivals a three Michelin stars meal, the perfect cocktail, good sex, finding money, a perfect evening out with friends and all of life’s other little joys? Making back to back transfers on the MTA. Nothing spells happiness like a seamlessly perfect connection from the M104 to the M57 or the N train pulling into the station, the moment you make it down the steps in Times Square.
It confuses us when we only see bloody marys on brunch menus in other cities.