I had been meaning to check out that new spot. You know - that place you hear people talking about - “you’d love it” “oh it’s so great” “cushman shit blah blah blah” etc. etc. etc.
We’ve all been there, but you take a second and realize that you’re hearing this place is “awesome” from your friends you “think” are cool - but also from people you wouldn’t be caught dead having a drink with.
So earlier that night, my beloved sister and i took a friend out to eat at Stanton Social (lobster roll sliders and duck empanadas rule) but it got crowded and we weren’t really feeling the “wait line” people staring at us while we were nursing our drinks (which I hate btw, but when i’m in their shoes, im totally the same way.) so we said funk it - les roll.
Nunz, H&M & me
So if you’re still with me - kudos2u - but ya, back to the point of that “spot.” The spot I am referring to is 230 Fifth. I got into an argument with someone on the way there because I thought the place was called “235th” and she said “no no no it’s 230.”
So whatever, I was wrong - it’s cool.
We roll up to the spot, I’m confused because the crowd is mixed, I feel like I’m on a line to get into AER at the Mirage (puahahah for those who know - word~) but anyway - point is it was wierd.
I g2g - more comin.
