Honey lavender (or toasted marshmallow, depending on your mood) shake in Washington Square Park? It's just shy of the goodness of a coffee shake in Madison Square Park (but it avoids the 90+ minute line).
Death & Co. is legendary amongst the speakeasy cocktail circles, or so I've heard. I've also heard that D&C was meant for a more reserved clientele, keeping the number of guests strictly to the number of seats (i.e. no standing spots). This is only half true. When Laura and I tried to go there for the last stop of our lovely evening together, we were almost denied entry because of the lack of seating. The person at the door said he would have to take our number and call if/when there was space. Fate smiled on us at that exact moment and two people came through the heavy stained wooden door, leaving us two seats at the bar. 
One of the most brilliant ideas to ever come out of Williamsburg (the land of the drunkards, apparently) are putting margaritas in to-go styrofoam cups so that you can bring the party to the park when it's drop-dead gorgeous outside. I'm sure the police know; for some reason, they turn blind eyes.
Purported to be one of the oldest (if not THE oldest) drinking establishments in Manhattan, I was brought to The Ear (Inn) several years ago by my friend Anne. And since then I have never regretted spreading the gospel and bringing others to this little pub (almost-)on the Hudson.
Dory and I spent our entire Saturday together. We sometimes added people here or there, but we really only spent maybe a total of 15 minutes apart to run individual errands. It was a wonderful day of roommate bonding that ended with an impromptu field trip to Barcade.
I've been asked countless times whether I am vegetarian. I guess I understand how people may confuse my leftie leanings with vegetarian-like tendencies. But I am a carnivore through and through.
Tonight, on the way home from dinner, I bumped into my roommate with two of her friends. They were off to The Lodge, I place I've come to associate with night-caps and late night beers. Tonight we all drank Old Fashioneds, and it reminded me of my first love, the whiskey sour. 
I've lived down the road from Spuyten Duyvil for over three-quarters of a year, but only went there for the first time a couple weeks ago. It took a post-dinner pre-flight late-night rendezvous to get me there. And though I spent months precariously listening to friends rave about the joint, I can now safely say from personal experience that it is indeed a beautiful haunt, especially if you avoid the crowd and go for one of their delicious pints on a weekday. I can't wait to go back and imbibe the Dieu du Ciel that they're importing from Montreal.
I never noticed that Kirin's handle for their beer tap was the hilt of a katana blade. Brilliant! Sapporo is probably killing themselves for not having thought of this first.
"You guys really need coffee at the farmers market." I was talking to my friend over bread loaves stacked high at his bakery stand at the Greenpoint greenmarket.
"We're out of cocoa." I think I must have pouted a little, because the barista was quick to react: "But you're looking for something non-caffeinated? How about something off-menu?" Intrigued, I asked him to expound on his suggestion. Rooibos tea put into the espresso basket and brewed like espresso? Then filled up with steamed milk just like a latte? Yes please! 
