You date people? We date neighborhoods.*
Brief flings with the dimly lit and scarcely populated bars around Sullivan and Prince, longer affairs with an unfortunate strip of liquor dens along MacDougal Street, an unflickering desire to inhabit the perfectly quaint shops or carelessly rustic restaurants by Perry Street and however that whole West 4th/West 10th thing works.
*Sometimes inspired by the people we’re seeing.
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.
If we don’t live on Sullivan and Prince, we might just have space for you and (GASP) your two best friends to crash in our living room that time you need a place to stay.
Getting lost in Manhattan typically leads to some of the best adventures we’ve ever had.
We don’t mind it. Getting lost in any other city is something we never want to repeat.
Wait, you call that a city?