The Orient Express Bar

I love it when things simply fall into place. One day last month when Colin was here from London we were boozing on the west side when we walked by this charming looking bar that resembled a train car. Sure enough it was modeled after the Orient Express. We barged in for a drink but sadly they were not open to the public yet. We met the owner a dream Turkish Andre Balazs looking gentleman, Osman Cakir, got his card and carried on boozing elsewhere.

I pitched the spot to the NYT and they loved it.
Please see the story here and come visit me there this winter where I will be holed up with a divine cocktail and dreams of exotic locales.