There’s a version of a New York date that involves a reservation, a wait, and shouting over music. Then there’s the waterfront. You can book a corner table at that dimly lit, impossibly loud West Village bistro three weeks in advance. You can shout over the din of clinking cocktail glasses in a SoHo basement. […]

Most people think Manhattan ends where the asphalt meets the bike path, but there is a certain magic in rethinking that mindset. Those of us who have lived here long enough know the island actually begins about fifty feet further out. It starts at Pier 64, or Pier 42, or whatever forgotten wooden finger into […]