My favorite music venue is now a J.Crew. If you want to find a reason to complain about New York, it’s not hard. Everything good dies. But if you accept it, there is no better place.
Eastwood is a bar on the Lower East Side that is just down the street from a friend’s apartment. It’s the kind of place you pray doesn’t end up on a food blog or a top ten list. The bartenders play records, the beer is good and no one has ever put avocado toast on the menu. As we do more often than we should, we are there on a cold and rainy Sunday night. Halfway through my falafel sandwich - the phone rings. A friend wants their keys back. It’s cold and dark and the last thing I want to do is go to Chinatown.