Stephen Bailey, also a fellow blogger and former Woman’s Day employee, has made it his duty to organize a weekly happy hour. I love this ritual because it makes meeting up with friends that I normally might not see for months a regular habit.
This week he chose Samovar, a Russian bar in midtown, where we sipped apple-cinnamon and jalapeño-pepper flavored vodka (yes, the latter was gross!) and watched the gray-haired Russian men turn from solemn-faced to boisterous with the more liquid that they consumed. Ah, only in Manhattan could you feel like you could be transported to almost any continent without having to set foot on a plane.