We don’t want to know how it happened. We don’t need to know how it happened. But it’s 4am, you’re wide awake, and you require... well, something that wasn’t frozen five minutes ago. Below, the finest in later-night food. Because lobster always tastes best before the dawn.
You’re at the Deuce. You’re imbibing and debating the bullish tendencies of the European bacon market. When suddenly, it hits you. You could go for some of that crispy stuff yourself right about now. With cheese. And syrup. On a waffle. Just think of it as breakfast... that arrived really early.
Say you’ve spent the last five hours listening to whiskey and drinking blues at Tobacco Road. Now, it’s late. Mac-and-cheese late. So you’ll head down a couple blocks to this spot where they make the stuff from scratch... and then throw in some fresh lobster meat for good measure. No bib necessary.
Oh, the Abbey. Another night spent schooling those Swedish wrist models at darts. Frankly, it’s exhausting. And you need sustenance. So double back to Alton, where you’ll find a smoked pork burger on a housemade bao bun with fries and dashi ketchup. Otherwise known as Heinz 58.
The lovely showgirls at Bamboo have kept you up past your bedtime (again). Now, you’re hungry. We’re thinking this calls for a crazy combination of breakfast, dinner... and pasta. Walk across the street to Otentic and ask for their linguine, ham, bacon, egg yolk, cream and cheese. Nope, no home fries. That’d just be weird.
It’s a Saturday night in the Design District. You started with the gallery walk, ended at Gavanna, and the last thing you remember is an Old Ginger Cuban and so... many... stilettos. Your salvation: the magical reviving properties found in Gigi’s steamed pork buns and BBQ ribs. They’re cocktail-tested and hangover-approved.
