The night never ends after a long week. And man how much I love a busy hardworking week. Art, dinner and somewhere to relax and enjoy the ambiance. It better to happen on Thursday and somewhere downtown. Even when the night starts uptown at The Met, it always ends downtown. And when it start downtown under the high line galleries, your art date ends somewhere in the lower east side.

I love the Bowery hotel and Ludlow. I don’t mind Public instgram crowed. I want to eat somewhere in east village. Walking in Greenwich, listen to jazz after a dinner at Carbone. And even Flatiron, who dosn’t like the food there. I could even do oysters at Balthazar when Soho feels real quiet and windy on Browdway.