New York isn’t the cool new club or the new restaurant opening downtown.
It’s the bodega on your block. It’s the deli down the street. It’s the bartenders at the neighborhood bar. It’s the bum on your corner. It’s the other bum. It’s the neighbor who has loud sex every night. It’s your elusive super.

It’s the restaurant where you tip 30% because you’ll be back again and again and they know your favorite dish and knock off a few bucks off the check.

It’s those 5 blocks.
Different ones. My blocks are different from yours, and we love ours all the same.