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Mother's Ruin (a chronicle)
Mother’s Ruin (a chronicle)
Loud noises and permeate the air. A siren from an unmarked car seems unnecessary; it does no good. We have no notion of how late it is, and the bustle around Mother’s Ruin indicates the time is earlier. Holding out our IDs, I think to myself how odd it is that our last names are the same, yet we share no relation. The bouncer does not notice or care and definitely does not smile. He is the first…
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Sel Rrose
In front of me is a vibrant mixture of whitewash and the color of a clear blue sky, something like the paint that has faded in the sun in desert climates. Sel Rrose appears to have existed on this corner forever, yet it is new to me. I say hello to a figure I recognize from afar and sit next to Diego, my longtime cocktail tutor. The space is airy. Sound carries. We catch up over a heap of happy…
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Mother of Pearl
Walking through the door is like a teleportation device. The ride downtown had been peaceful, the air calm on a cold Tuesday night. “I am for passengers, not for moving,” the Uber driver said, after we had loaded his vehicle with boxes of water, remaining crudo ingredients, and the garbage we were not allowed to leave on the curb outside of the event. Suddenly a squabble was about to erupt.…
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Sauvage
Williamsburg is quiet. Lights are dim, crowds are minimal, I can hear my own bicycle wheels whir in the night air. Yet the intersection of Lorimer and Bedford has a murmur of weekday energy, even at 10:00pm. Five Leaves and Nights and Weekends usually host the small essence of nightlife on the Williamsburg/Greenpoint border. Added to the duo is Sauvage, newly opened from the crew at Maison…
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Booker and Dax
Music is loud ambient, yet upbeat. Lighting is neither too dim nor too glaring. Around midnight, the bar has a few people, a few tables. The space smells like an apartment that has a cat, but not in a negative way. I gaze at the small food menu marked by David Chang’s inventions -steamed pork buns, mason jar kimchi pickles, country hams. It’s a little bit all over the place, dabbling in many…
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The bottled Negroni at Marta is always an easy decision. #staybitternyc #goodmove #draaaaanks #negroni (at Marta - Martha Washington)
