HOTEL MOXY, TIMES SQUARE
If you catch the 19.50 BA flight from London on a Friday night, you arrive at JFK just before 11pm – perfect to maximise your time on the Saturday. The Big Apple! The Concrete Jungle! The home of the Cronut! You’ll be a little weary, but it’s nothing a cwaffee the next morning can’t sort. The same can’t be said for the return home two days later, though – physically, you could be back at your desk by 10am Monday morning. Mentally, however? Not so much.
Spend your first day seeing Manhattan’s usual suspects – Central Park, Times Square, Top Of The Rock and, obviously, Macy’s – wandering The High Line and eating at Empire Diner on 10th Avenue. Then Joe’s Pizza. Then La Masseria on West 48th Street. The next morning, take the subway to Brooklyn’s Bedford Avenue – Sweet Chick serves the best fried chicken, waffles and maple syrup in the city, and on Knickerbocker Avenue, you’ll find street art, hipsters hiding in perennialplant-packed basement bars and huge vintage shops. Williamsburg, Brooklyn, is also where the cool crowd hang out after dark. Go to The Whiskey Brooklyn (dimly lit with shuffleboards for tables) and Output (techno club with people dancing on tables). Its fairylight-filled rooftop bar looks out over the city – and it’s full of cushions, which is perfect if jet-lag is kicking in.
The Moxy is all about helping you have fun. It’s slapbang in the centre of the action and plays old-school R&B on loop. Oh, Rihanna’s thrown a party there, too. Rooms are compact but cool, and the ‘self-serve’ bar offers mac ’n’ cheese for breakfast. A few musts when you’re there: scallops at its seafood restaurant, Legasea, and a cocktail at Magic Hour, its rooftop bar, which comes complete with a mini carousel. Of course it does.
Concrete jungle where dreams are maaaaade of
OK, Hotel Moxy, this is just showing off