1492
When I was in high school, the closest thing that I did that made me feel like a cool/grown-up/classy/precursor-to-hipster/New York lady was have dinner with my friends in the Lower East Side repeatedly. Specifically, at the tapas restaurant 1492. It left a weird imprint on my soul that made me yearn for it, now, more than four years later. The restaurant's storefront is almost like a hole in the wall. When you first walk in, a mirror hanging diagonally from the ceiling over the bar gives you a really trippy view. There are small, cozy tables all the way through the restaurant and even in a quaint garden courtyard inside. When I came once for a friend's birthday, we sat in the garden and sipped virgin mojitos under the summer sky and beneath a string of twinkling lights. I felt so fancy! This most recent visit, we went on a Monday evening and I'm sad to say we were the only patrons in the restaurant. We sat at a small table inside and s...