It’s important for me to name the places I love unconditionally and then repeatedly go to them. I’m convinced it’s good for my well-being, similar to the way that 19th century doctors would declare the cure to every ailment a three-month vacation in the south of France. One of these places would be Morskie Oko, another would be the expansive lawns of Warsaw’s Lazienki Park. Yet another would be Manhattan’s Lower East Side, a place that is up-and-coming but doesn’t take itself too seriously. It’s also drowning in street art that blasts gray facades with rainbows and satire. I often meet my friends for drinks there; we sit, we drink, we talk, we laugh as New York’s magical summer evening weather encroaches. Light breeze, light fading, warm air, everyone seems content. Summer. Hopefully you know what I’m talking about. This time one of my favorite gastropubs, Spitzer’s, entertained us and my stomach was subsequently entertained by New York’s best mac & cheese and a delightful draft beer named ‘Speakeasy Prohibition’.