a night in new york city

I watched a couple stand on the corner of 42nd and 7th at 11:15 PM last Saturday, looking at their phones with the kind of defeated exhaustion that only this town can produce. They had spent three hours trying to "wing" A Night In New York City without a single reservation or a logistical plan. They thought they could just walk into a decent jazz club, find a table for dinner without a month-long lead time, and catch an Uber back to their hotel in under ten minutes. Instead, they stood in three different lines only to be turned away at the door, spent $140 on a mediocre steak because it was the only place