The Bowery Hotel

“The sort of place where time quietly stops mattering. I’ve lost more than a few nights here, settling in for “one drink” and resurfacing hours later, slightly disoriented and wondering how it’s suddenly 2am. It has that rare, Vegas-like quality of being able to loose your sense of time or bother looking at a clock. It has dim lighting, the perfect atmosphere of old New York, and just enough buzz that you never quite register the passing of time. You don’t go with a plan, and you definitely don’t leave when you meant to.”

“Kate Berlant: I'm a Bowery girl. Friday night at the Bowery, you could find me in the back lobby area having seltzer, soup, and salad. It's heaven. Take me back to where there's joy.”

“Love Bowery!”