Allow me to live the lie that gelato is better for you than ice cream, and I’ll reward you with the secret to ending a sticky NYC night in bliss. Read more.
B brought one of her beaus here on New Year’s Eve—the romance didn’t last, but this restaurant's popularity does. I promise I won’t judge if you pig out on pasta. (I Will Always Love You) Read more.
Alternagirls like V cannot live on Doc Martens alone. Luckily, they can find all the ironic t-shirts and messenger bags they need right here. Read more.
Stock up here for strappy sundresses and barely-there bikinis that will make you stand out when you're summering on Wainscott Beach in the Hamptons. Read more.
N bought B a heart necklace here—but this sparkly Fifth Avenue store has always been there for B, and I can't say the same for N. Stop by for breakfast. BYO glazed cruller. (I Will Always Love You) Read more.
When do I leave the Upper East Side? When I know Columbia University cuties (like our caffeine-addicted friend D) await me at the other end of the long journey West. I have priorities! Read more.
Their enamel bangle bracelets look like calorie-free candy, and I simply can’t get enough. Neither can B—which is why C gave her two of them as a New Year’s present. (I Will Always Love You) Read more.
If you're anything like B, you may have come here with Nanny when you were six, but why not relive your youth—and relieve your stress—with a cup of tea at this quaint neighborhood café? Read more.
Art is arousing—just ask J. She couldn't stop swooning when N took her here to see The Nutcracker. (I Will Always Love You) Read more.
Cure your carb cravings while overlooking Columbus Circle. Just try not to drool over the models slash waiters. Read more.
A favorite of Upper East Side society, this café is where Avery Carlyle began her ascent to reign as Queen Bee of Constance Billard. (The Carlyles: Love the One You’re With) Read more.
Sweat is rarely sexy, unless we’re talking about watching shirtless St. Judes boys work out. Come to work out . . . but stay for the show. Read more.
Your hair will smell like onion rings when you leave, but it’s still the go-to spot for S and B to do business—like planning the Kiss on the Lips party. (Gossip Girl) Read more.
How do I know you’re passing off that H&M dress as couture? Because I was sipping an iced tea at this across-the-street café, watching you sneak out of the store.
B loves staying in hotels because they’re anonymous. Note to B: I love hotels because they are not as anonymous as they seem. I’m always watching!
