The weather has been absolutely spectacular. So, yesterday, when I found myself in Times Square following a work function that ended around 930pm, I thought to myself, But why not walk down to the West Village and enjoy the night air?
A quick phone call later, Puxoticus and I were marching our way down Ninth Avenue past Chelsea, through the Meatpacking and into the West Village. We were theoretically in search of live music, but really we were obsessing about doors to brownstones and windows of brownstones. And also any restaurants that had soft lighting and brick walls. Of which we found three in a row (including one without a name, we went inside and got the restaurant's card).
We ended up at Employees Only, which has phenomenal, phenomenal cocktails. I had a pisco sour just to remember Peru days and Puxoticus had a fruity something something.
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I think you should buy a brownstone in the West Village. . .
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