Don't Knock my New Yawk!

Quintessential New York City elitism...


Fabulous.



As for me, I see the inescapable dirt & grime, seriously old-school buildings, less than ideal weather conditions, and extortionate rent for closet-like living spaces as ruling out my own life-long residency.

But to all those who can't imagine leaving, mazel tov.


In other news, you should know that this past Wednesday, I was lunching at Pastis with Tara: half a block away from THIS. Ah.