looking cool in the mpd goes something like this.... lean against a brick wall wearing leather, probably smoke a cigarette (just painting a picture here), all the while standing in a long line to get into what looks like a garage. also, i'm not sure if people are calling it the mpd, but anything that doesn't include the words packing meat in a single sentence sounds like a winner. ask the garage people to be sure.
i could easily tell you where to find the best pizza, bakery, shoe store, and coffee shop in nyc. but the whole club scene is out of my area. not only can i not even name an actual club (we still call them clubs, right?), i literally don't know where to find one. it's not like you're walking down the street and there's a neon sign that says CLUB. these things are all hidden behind magic doors with passwords and discerning bouncers and such. maybe not passwords, but honestly, i need to know the name of one happening club so i can slip it into conversations.
after walking up an appetite, we finally tried rosemary's in the west village for dinner. easily a new favorite.
ps: forget the high line, did you know we're getting a low line?