The inside is members only, but why not scope out the smarties leaving the building? After all, this is where B met her British boyfriend. Read more.
Stock up on snacks—rocky road ice cream and granny smith apples for N, please—at this gourmet grocery store. (It Had to Be You) Read more.
Come for the movie, stay for the MFA cuties at the downtown screening center that V adores. Read more.
Done with last season's DVF dress? Donate it to this charity shop that deals in couture. Or go shopping—vintage is always in, if you know how to wear it correctly. Read more.
Indulge yourself with some melt-in-your-mouth sweetness at this UES chocolate shop. Because you’re worth it—and you know you love me. Read more.
This is where it all begins. Or ends. Where S returned from boarding school, where B headed to Yale, and where D and S struck up an unlikely romance. (I Will Always Love You) 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.
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.
Meet at the Ghandi Statue, the one landmark in NYC, where the West side and the East side converge . . . and where D met his own Eastern-philosophy spouting pseudo-soul mate (Only in Your Dreams) 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.
S may have acted in Breakfast at Fred's, but the real star of the 9th floor Barneys’ restaurant is the Fred’s chicken salad. And S knows it too.
See and be seen when you’re dining al fresco at this SoHo staple. Just don’t be surprised if your secret convo ends up on Page Six - or on gossipgirl.net. Read more.
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.
It’s a right of passage to come here with your parents before you pack for college. Just don’t have a breakdown like B did. I'll be watching! (Don’t You Forget About Me) 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.
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!
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.
Before you wrinkle your nose at this unconditioned used book store, take a look around. You just might find a literary loving intellectual like D (Don’t You Forget About Me) Read more.
