I am a lover of words. I love to read them, voraciously- I love to speak them, often cuttingly- and those with the pleasure of knowing me personally know that I love to write them. When I was younger, I played piano for 9 years, and writing feels a great deal similar to how playing those cool velvety keys felt then. You just get lost in the best way.
I’m going to tell you a little story about snow, but it’s really about this site.
It is a truth universally acknowledged that the best nights on the town occur during snow storms. There are a number of scientifically proven reasons for this. For one, only the most depraved venture out in torrid weather, and they unsurprisingly make the best comrades in crime. Up to venture anywhere without guaranteed return transport, they are the very definition of #life #goals.
The world is a little like that. When it gets ugly, it is the ones willing to capture the joy of the moment, storm be damned, that reap the spoils.
The last time a snow storm hit New York, powder blanketed the streets at a rapid pace, so much so that the Mayor shut down the subways at 4PM. By 7 PM, our exceedingly cacophonous neighborhood was completely deserted. I’ve never seen anything like it. My now-husband and I took a walk to Washington Square Park to take in the magic of our surroundings on that snowy night. Walking home, we spied a corner place with the lights on and decided to step in for a drink. It was all polished mahogany and candlelight and big windows overlooking Thompson Street and utter joie de vivre. And as we stepped out once again into the snowy night, we ran into Mr. Big himself. By this point I was hyperventilating with joy.
We appear to be in the midst of a storm nowhere near as beautiful as that evening in Greenwich Village, in fact it is altogether more nefarious, but all the same. When you can’t presume anymore what tomorrow brings, the silver lining is a heightened sense of the present. You don’t dismiss as shallow a beautiful room, a table setting, a gown, or a palm tree on a November day. You don’t dismiss your right to love those and also share a discriminating opinion on the world. You venture there might be others who agree.
Maison Sheik is that snowy bar where depraved dreams come true. It is not fond of the rules and has no respect for the status quo. And like a Phoenix from the ashes, it, and your spirits, shall rise.