Your night, stop by stop
New World Mall basement
We dig through the Flushing food court basement at midnight, picking out something neither of us has eaten before.
Lao Dong Bei
We split skewers and hand-pulled noodles at a place still loud at 1am, where nobody is on a date but us.
The 7 home
We ride the elevated 7 train back into Manhattan and watch Queens slide past the window in the dark.