Your night, stop by stop
Sister Ray
We dig through the racks and each pick a record for the other based on what we think they'd secretly love.
Kanada-Ya
We queue for tonkotsu at the tiny ramen counter on Frith Street and order whatever the person next to us is having.
Bar Termini
We squeeze into the back of a tiny Italian bar for negronis on tap and pretend we're in Rome for an hour.