My usual reaction to a big snowstorm coming to Hell’s Kitchen is to gather a few friends and head to Bettibar or The Pocket Bar to hunker down and chatter about other snowmageddons we’ve “survived”. Yesterday, I was given the option of ordering in and tipping the delivery worker big (something that my British-ness and Catholic guilt would not normally allow).
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