Your night, stop by stop
Bodega run
We grab a blanket, two coffees, and whatever snacks look right from the all-night bodega. The weirder the haul, the better.
The Williamsburg Bridge
We walk the bridge at 4am with the city quiet underneath us. Trains rattle past every few minutes and that's the only sound.
Sunrise at Kossar's
We end up at the oldest bialy bakery in the country right as they're pulling the first batch out of the oven. Warm bialys, hands still cold from the bridge.