As much as we’d love to act like we can eat at trendy restaurants year-round, sometimes we need our parents' help to support our expensive taste (and obsession with finding Amy Schumer at Carbone).
While Manhattan residents enjoy overpriced cocktails as much as anyone else, the fact that we’re rent poor and like to get extremely fucked up when going out means we need to be resourceful about our choice of drinking location.
Dear everyone who takes 30 minutes to decide on an appetizer, When it takes the better part of the work week to decide where to get dinner on Friday night, we can let that slide.
