Mezcalogia
I search for Agavero on the recommendation of a knowledgeable source. Looking forward to a bartender fluent in English and some acclaimed eats, I arrive to find the door shut. […]
I search for Agavero on the recommendation of a knowledgeable source. Looking forward to a bartender fluent in English and some acclaimed eats, I arrive to find the door shut. […]
M: The men ask the table next to us about Hemmingway’s mojito spot and invite us along. Porque no? We join them, exiting Floridita like a jolly crew of newfound […]
M: We cue for churros as two girls from Ontario speak to us in English. “Where are you from?” they ask. “New York.” “You got here with your American passports?” […]
M: “Hi,” two very tall men emerge from a building that looks bustling, modern. “You were on our plane.” Some casual chit chat lets us know their trip is the same […]
Ivy hangs in the windows, filtering the light from the chilly winter sky. Stepping into the restaurant on a Friday greets me with a fully sat interior. It is small […]
“It’s a Baijiu bar,” was the recommendation. “Have you had Baijiu before?” I arrive first and wait patiently, taking in the room. It smells like sage. The question comes from […]
“I have been here before.” I recall a launch party for Hamptons Free Ride years ago. “I decided to hitchhike back to Montauk. A cop picked me up and told me […]
Loud noises and permeate the air. A siren from an unmarked car seems unnecessary; it does no good. We have no notion of how late it is, and the bustle […]
Williamsburg is quiet. Lights are dim, crowds are minimal, I can hear my own bicycle wheels whir in the night air. Yet the intersection of Lorimer and Bedford has a […]
A knee-jerk left turn onto E. 6th during my bicycle route to the Williamsburg bridge is regular – habitual, mindless. I notice the numbers on the left – 313 – […]