Something I've found to be true about New York is that it's often easy to get into a popular restaurant on a Friday night if you're there by 7 pm. 8 pm, however, is an entirely different story. Luckily, it was early enough when I entered an establishment notably located down an inconspicuous alleyway on the border of the East Village and the Lower East Side. I wasn't immediately sure that I was in the right place. I was looking for a bar (of sorts) attached to a prominent tasting menu destination, and I hadn't been to either before. Yet as I took in the room—all dark, sleek, and seductive—I was swiftly informed that I opened the correct door. The sliver of a place was half empty, with only two of five tables and four of eight bar seats occupied. R&B tunes were playing. My date was running ten minutes late, and yet the hostess set me up with two stools anyway.
Date night, done right
Date night, done right
Date night, done right
Something I've found to be true about New York is that it's often easy to get into a popular restaurant on a Friday night if you're there by 7 pm. 8 pm, however, is an entirely different story. Luckily, it was early enough when I entered an establishment notably located down an inconspicuous alleyway on the border of the East Village and the Lower East Side. I wasn't immediately sure that I was in the right place. I was looking for a bar (of sorts) attached to a prominent tasting menu destination, and I hadn't been to either before. Yet as I took in the room—all dark, sleek, and seductive—I was swiftly informed that I opened the correct door. The sliver of a place was half empty, with only two of five tables and four of eight bar seats occupied. R&B tunes were playing. My date was running ten minutes late, and yet the hostess set me up with two stools anyway.