This Japanese sake speakeasy hidden behind a sushi bar off of St. Marks is easily my favorite bar in NYC. It’s covered from floor to ceiling in graffiti and is always playing the best music. Perfect for an intimate night out with old and new friends. Their sake selection can’t be beat.
I hated this book when I first read it. I thought it was absolutely ridiculous. And yet, more than five years later, I still find myself thinking about it. No other book has illustrated my particular brand of depression better. Sometimes you just want to exit for a bit.
