On Avenue C.
No, but the slogan reminded me of something! Come out and play....? So close to come out to play....
Lucille Bignon, who rocks a 1960s-era soul-girl look, complete with beehive hairdo, said: “Everyone here is crazy, you don’t know when they’re going to snap,” Her eyes widening beneath heavily shadowed black lids, she added, “It’s a weird portal to Hell.” A regular sitting on a barstool countered that, “there are no frat boys, so its heaven.”
Rehab on B and 3rd. I was roped into the Monday afternoon filming with the lure of free drinks while walking by on my day off. They practically begged us to come in because the crowd was so thin. Not a bad way to kill a few hours. And it really was "all you can drink." Filming again today and Friday 2pm to 1am.
It's 2 o'clock, champagne is pouring and party people are queueing behind velvet ropes at Manhattan's hottest hotel bars. Did we mention it's 2 o'clock in the afternoon?
For New Yorkers, going out has always been a shell game in which they try to wine and dine where tourists and suburbanites aren't. Sometimes that means new, undiscovered venues and sometimes it means ever-changing weeknight parties. Now, for the time being anyway, New York's hippest are hiding in plain sight, smack-dab in the middle of Sunday afternoon, while the amateur set is hung over wherever it is they live.
"Sunday parties are taking the place of dim sum," says ballroom dancer Katherine Tarbox.