I was introduced to Kennedy’s because my sister used to work at Rainforest Cafe on Fisherman’s Wharf for a while, and after hours of serving something called “Rasta Pasta” to extremely rude and awkwardly-dressed tourists (money belt, anyone?), she would head to Kennedy’s for some late-night fun, then stumble home with

One of the things I most love about New York is its sense of history. Every time I visit other cities, my eyes glaze over from the amount of glass and steel structures without a trace of story behind them. Even when I lived in Bushwick, a place that was