Where I’ll Be Every Single Day From 6-8

I used to crave a variety of things, from Top Ramen to kale to suntan lotion (to smell, not eat). But over the last few years in New York, all of that desire has been funneled down to a singular, insane, near-constant desire for one thing: Champagne.

I blame this on the ubiquity of events that I go to where passed trays of Champagne is de rigeur. I also blame it on my borderline alcoholism. JK I actually don’t drink that much, mostly because unless I’m at an event, I find every drink fairly unsatisfying.

“Seriously, who doesn’t have Veuve Cliquot in this day and age?!” I’ll fume to the cashier at Madison Square Garden as she shrugs, looking lamely over her Bud Light tap and roasting wieners.

All week, I’ve wanted a glass of bubbly. So imagine my delight when I heard about Flute, quickly doing the math and realizing than $25 x 6 days a week is a great deal to scratch my beverage itch.

Feel free to come join me.