Nothing signals the start of warm weather like the yellow-shirted bouncer standing guard outside The Frying Pan.
Quickest way to get a free $13 drink in Manhattan is not, contrary to common belief, to be a girl with a low cut shirt and seductive glance; it’s spilling the one you have when it’s 7/8ths of the way done and the bartender feeling bad and remixing you a new one. Sometimes we blame it on the person next to us. But then bad karma ensues and we actually spill our drink by accident so we try not to resort to that method.
Sidenote: Nothing beats a Manhattan hotel rooftop bar on a breezy and warm summer evening. Nothing. Also, be prepared for the average attractiveness levels at said bars to be 11.739.
Nothing tops off a Saturday morning hangover like Saturday morning drilling at 7am outside our windows.
No does not always means no. Especially on Wednesday at 10:30pm when “no” typically means give me another shot and I’ll likely wind up staying out until 3am and I’ll worry about regretting it in the morning.
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.