Davis - My favorite things... Aka best sexual positions

Not that you care, but I've decided, since we missed all of the year end round ups, I was planning ons starting a trend and announcing some of my favorite things. Give that I have exquisite taste and an eye for sarcasm, hope that you'll enjoy.

Favorite Women
1.) My Girlfriend, she is the smartest, most gorgeous, giving, precious thing you will ever lay eyes on. However, I'll stab you in the eyes if you were ever to lay yours upon her. I even keep her picture in my passport. Moving on.
2.) Tina Fey, she's seriously perfect, smart, nerdy, hot, the funniest person on the planet, I luh her.
3.) Natalie Portman, she's a Harvard graduate, she's cute, funny, dorky and still pretty fucking incredible. If I were dorky, I'd mention that she was in Star Wars, but I'd rather point out that she did V for Vendetta and Garden State in/around the same year.

Favorite Bars in New York
1.) The Cutting Room, don't go here alone, but if you've got a date, bring them here. If you can get a table, get a table, if you can get a seat at the bar, then by god, get a seat at the bar. Be nice and they're nice, I've loved this place endlessly for the last 8 years.
2.) Ninja, not a bar, but a restaurant, go the, "Ninja way," by all means, please, if given the opportunity. Even if you're not a fan, try the jack and coke, see what happens...
3.) Club Pegu, They'll find a place for you, prepare yourself for one of the best made whatevers you decide to order.

Favorite Beer to Drink when at home
1.) Blue Moon, it was Duke's that did it to me, putting that slice of orange in my drink (what kind of a goddess does that?). Every Tuesday, they're beautiful and I love them.
2.) Delerium Tremens, given the fact that I often experience just what the brand name offers upon drinking the beverage, it's true to name branding. Good luck finding it, if you do, you must try both the original and the dark.
3.) Miller Chill, yes, I know, a light beer, but it is still only available in very limited quantity in New York City. I can buy it in a 12 pack if I'm in Florida or Wyoming, but not in New York for some reason, why is that?

Favorite Television Shows
1.) Dirty, Sexy, Money, ok Writer's Strike is over, come back now!
2.) Gossip Girl, I wouldn't feel comfortable listing this, except that RK and I have had a conversation and he loves this show too. It's well written, realistic (in that HS kids are doing drugs and doing each other) and the women are absolutely gorgeous!
3.) Rob & Big, my friend SKATE BOARD P says that this would be him if we were ever able to make money over absolutely nothing, it's impossible to watch this show and not smile though. Seriously.

Favorite Songs from 2007
1.) Stronger - Kanye West, his opening of the Grammies confirmed it. Yes, it went mainstream and I don't feel completely comfortable with everyone knowing that I deem this the best song of '07, but I'm amongst friends.
2.) Parting of the Sensory - Modest Mouse, I think it's only moments before this song is used as the background to a trailer or during a chase scene in Ireland... "Some day you will die some day and someone's going to steal your carbon." Well said.
3.) Boy With a Coin - Iron & Wine, the song's cooked crack and I'm hooked. Giving it up for my favorite singer who's also a filmmaker. You've heard him on the Garden State Soundtrack, in case you're saying, "Who?".

Favorite Films from 2007
1.) There Will Be Blood - The film was robbed at the Oscars, by a yet again, give them the award because they deserved it in the past (Coen Bros.).
2.) Cloverfield - Marketing efforts paid off, I like the film, I liked all of the hidden stuff in the film. I loved the viral ads for the film.
3.) Once - I didn't list "Falling" as one of my songs, so I have to give it up for Glen here. The film's not a musical, but it definitely comes close. You probably haven't seen it, so go rent it. Women and men will both appreciate it.

Favorite Yoga Positions
1.) Westward Pose (Paschimottasana)
2.) Downward Facing Pigeon Pose (Adho Muka Kapotasana Kapotasana)
3.) Side Staff Pose (Parsva Dandasana) 'nuff said (no homo)

Favorite Cures for a Hangover
1.) Sex
2.) Weekend Brunch at Dos Caminos (SoHo), mmm, I wish I had a hangover, r-i-g-h-t now...
3.) More alcohol, I think this list might be upside down, why is it when you have one you don't need the other?


Favorite Cocktails
1.) Smoked Coke Bourbon - at Tailer
2.) Island Drink - at Dylan's Prime
3.) Sidecar - at Flatiron Lounge

Favorite Comedy from 2007 (best movie to watch and laugh at while drunk)
1.) Superbad, made me want to be back in High School. I didn't even like High School.
2.) Knocked Up, "Last night, I googled 'murder'."
3.) Goodluck Chuck, there's a nudy feature on the DVD. What more do you need when you're drunk?

That's all I got for now, I want to thank everyone for their support and for reading the words. We appreciate it =)

- Davis

Joey - Everybody Nose

This city has a major coke problem. I'm not talking about the stuff that you buy from vending machines, although it wouldn't surprise me if vending machines like that existed somewhere in this city. Seemingly, it doesn't matter if you're in a dive bar or a five star hotel bar, the white powdery substance always seems to be within proximity. Incidentally, I started becoming more aware of the growing problem after having a run in at a bar the other night.

I was out having a few drinks with some friendx, when I looked over and noticed this guy, unapologetically staring at me. From what I could tell he seemed fairly decent, about 28 years old, well dressed, professional type, no reason to be alarmed I thought. Finally, after about 45 minutes he gets up the nerve to approach me. But before even saying hello he directs my attention down to his hand where he was a holding a small metal vile. I must have had a puzzling look on my face, because he then proceeded to gesture by raising his hand to his nose and sniffling. Thanks, I got it...

The puzzling look of course, was not out of confusion, but shock. I was speechless. I just thought to myself, he can't be serious. Is this the future of pick up schemes? Is this where women stand in New York? A guy gives me coke and I owe him head? I don't like to sound old fashioned, but what ever happened to, “Can I buy you a drink?” Needless to say, after that incident I was a little irritated and to be quite honest , insulted. Do I look like someone who takes cocaine from strangers at a bar?

What surprised me even more was the response I got after explaining what happened. Nobody seemed to be shocked. In fact almost everyone I was with admitted to being in a similar situation at some point. What is wrong with this city? I can't imagine this sort of thing happening outside of New York.

So then a couple days later I come across this article in the travel section of gridskipper.com. The article was entitled “Cocaine is Everywhere” and lists the top 16 bars in New York City to do cocaine at. For example number 14:

Lit Lounge

“The dingy music venue is packed with college kids enduring their friends' horrific bands. The bathrooms are definitely not clean but still quite active. Either it's aspiring rockers going for the cokehead lifestyle “.

I can certainly agree with that, but I had to turn my nose up at number 13.

Soho Grand

“Another standard-issue celebrity and socialite coke spot, as opposed to our dirty and divey picks. The Soho Grand hotel's immaculate bar bathroom is a dependable favorite for the rich and trendy to snort away. “

Just further evidence that this city is crawling with cokeheads..

http://gridskipper.com/travel/new-york/cocaine-is-everywhere-267606.php

BF NYC - Advice to Women; How to Make a Sex Tape (and make sure it stays private)

Subj: PSA- How to make a sex tape (advice to women...) from yours truely

Okay, so I know that you, my lovely lady would never consider such a thing... Ever... At all! However, should you find yourself with such a perfect gentleman and should said gentle man make the suggest digitally recording what 100% of the time happens prior to your post-coital bliss.

Here are a few simple rules to follow then little angels:

Proceed how you normally would when making love to your significant other, let these little ditty's fly, loudly:

- God, you're so... smaaaallll!
- It smells weird.
- Are you going to cry this time?

Guarantee, you that tape stays with him and him only.

LYLAS,
BF NY

PS- read the blogs dolls, maybe even some comments :*

Davis - When Davis met Joey, AKA Sex in the Shower

photo courtesy of Wing Tat Yeong

It was a relationship at least one year in the making, soaked in alcohol and delayed by a couple people she wanted to date before she decided that I'd be good enough. I had my own issues too though, I felt like we were perfect for each other and I was willing to wait forever... I also had cancer, on my neck (it's gone now) and I didn't want her to have to deal with that.

It was Halloween night, neither of us were dressing up and we were at The Cutting Room one of my favorite bars (at the time) in New York City. I've actually heard that it's closed now, but the website proves otherwise. So we were those guys, the ones dressed normally on a night when all the girls were sluts for Halloween, there were enough sexy nurses, sexy cats and sexy axe murders to make a gentleman such as myself roll his eyes. YOU'RE TRYING TOO HARD! Repression leads to activities that often lead to regret, which more often than not leads to suicide. Which only really deals with you, so go ahead, be Avril Levigne circa 2003 minus the bra and I'll be sure at some point in the night to put the tie between my teeth and be that guy and take that picture. Seriously women, you want our attention, walk around with a feather all night, when people ask what you are, tell them that you're a fluffer, who works on a porn set. The attention earned will be exactly what you wanted and you'll get at least 20 cocks shoved in your face.

Yet, I digress, Joey, that Joey, she ordered one of the evening's specials, she had a cocktail, I don't remember what, but it was black and at the bottom were three candy corns. She peered through her bangs, pupils swollen as hell, as we ignored every ass cheek that pranced by. Eventually I was rubbing her beautiful thigh. Off to the coke den, I mean bathroom, the bathroom attendant at the Cutting Room had been the same, since 2002, he always remembered me, I always gave him a dollar and he always offered me cologne, gum or a mint. I never took offense to that and being that he went on to become Akon, I doubt he took offense to only paying a dollar, the millions of times I frequented the bathroom at The Cutting Room.

That night, after a long conversation, that was full of innuendo and smiles, all the things a courting couple likes. I grabbed her hand and she called a taxi and she didn't let go, she held on as the taxi cab came to a stop. She was pulling me in.

"What's your address?" not asking because that's where we were going, she was asking because she wanted to know.

"529 Broome St." I said, "Between Thompson and Sullivan..."

"529 Broome St., between Thompson and Sullivan," she leaned forward telling the cab driver.

Now, the events that followed, Davis will never allow himself to type, but I will let you know that the peek did not actually come until about 4:00 PM the next day.

When Joey, my beautiful Joey, fulfilled a long unfulfilled fantasy of mine. She brought an ice cold Negro Modelo to me in the shower.

Then she joined me in the shower.

Then I fell out of the shower, taking the shower curtain with me and all...

Davis - Editorial

I'm going to tell you how it happened, then I'm going to tell you why, then you can tell me who's right...

Cute right? She had just returned from a long day of orientation for her new job, I had just quit my job over a very drawn out incident involving a man in a bunny costume (a week ago). I was job hunting all day, then writing, then taxes, then for whatever reason we had about an hour's worth of dishes to do, so I did them. In New York, barely anyone has dish washers, they don't come with your apartment and there's no room for them anyway. The second she got home she was in a rush, but looking through the mail, she said she had to go to the bank real quick and asked if would I drive her? Of course, see to her I had been sitting here since nine o'clock (when she left), to me I had just returned from a long day of annoying bull, none of which contributed to my 401k.

So we're in New York, but we have a parking garage at our Apartment, so through the electrical gate, I back out, to drive to the bank, in streets that are so narrow, and packed with cars, parked on both sides that I feel like I'm in London, but driving an SUV. So we get to the bank, I have to double park, long story short, we're back on the couch. See the things I do to show a woman that I love her? Not Elizabethan but about as modern as chivalry can get.

Flipping through the DV-R, she overwhelms the room with a giddy shriek that only a man who loves can appreciate. I smile too, because I've been waiting all day to make her happy...

So what could possibly have made her this happy? I don't even have her attention anymore...

"Angel, do you want a drink or anything?" I ask her, getting up thinking she wants a glass of Winter Sangria or maybe one of the passion fruit mojito's I've been making this week.

"No thanks, I'm good," she is not even in the room right now. She might as well be in another country.

And here's where it all started, "I cut off my penis today..." I tested.

She had no reply.

"I gave it to a homeless man..."

She wasn't even watching the show, she was fast-forwarding.

"He loved it..."

It was a scene straight out of Scrubs, she looked over at me and said, "That's so sweet, baby," and smiled.

Fucking American Idol, seriously, where do the Producers and the Executives at Fox get off airing two two-hour a night shows in one week, then another fucking hour on Thursday, just to fuck with me! Do I really need to sit through this shit for five hours out of my week. At the before mentioned job, which I just quit, there were throngs of illegal immigrants (who worked under American names) and a lot of people living out the second stint of their M-1 Visas. ALL of them flocked out at punch-out time, in droves, Tuesday-Thursday, just to see American Idol.

Let me give you a bit of history of A.I. and Davis. It has been at least partially responsible for the last three break-ups in my life. Those break-ups, in length, if boiled together would be six years worth of a relationship. All over some grown ass people who act like Musical Theater Majors, yet for the most part they've all been out of school for three or four years!

Seriously ladies?

...

Really?

REALLY!?

Okay, if there were more McPhee's...

Bring back McPhee, if you want me to not kill myself.

The bottom line, I'm sorry that I sound like Seth & Amy on Weekend Update, but American Idol might be the reason I drink. I'm not sure yet, but if my magic 8 ball had anything to say about it, "Sources say yes." It was around that time that I set the alarm on my cell phone for 6:45 and left it on vibrate under my pillow.

When it became 6:45 the next morning (Friday morning), my phone vibrated and woke me up, luckily it didn't wake her up... So I could go forward with my plan, toss and turn, just keep tossing and turning, until she woke up and had to ask me, "What's wrong?"

"I can't sleep, the whole night, I couldn't sleep..."

"Oh no! Are you sick?" she perks up, as if her five hour American Idol marathon meant she gave a fuck.

"Last night, I told you that I had cut off my penis, gave it to a homeless man, and he 'loved it'. And you just smiled and said, 'that's amazing', then tortured me for the next five hours with American Idol..."

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me!" She springs up and walks out of the room.

I sprang up too and walked out of the room, she wants to leave me? No, I'm going to leave her first, "NO! You fucking stay, I always have to go to the fucking bedroom when we fight, you stay in the bedroom and I'm going to play couch commando," and I started towards the couch.

And with that she walked past me, back into the bedroom.

That was it, that was the last time I saw her, before Xunta (where she looked better than she's ever looked, by the way). Who owes who the apology? And who will crack? Will I be Jennifer Anniston or Vince Vaughn?

Davis - Delerium Tremens

It was at least partially Amp_Live's fault. That and my second venture into Absinthe... This time the real stuff from my friend Edgar Allen Poe. Baltimore does not fuck around, let me write this as my good friend Brett Ellis would:

... and she wouldn't say, at least I couldn't get her to. So I insisted that everyone else at the table would talk about the first time they got head and then we would stop her, never giving her the opportunity to tell us about her time.

[/B.E.E.]

I stared at the quiet late twenty something in the corner, who undoubtedly could show me about twenty new positions that I'd never fathomed. My girlfriend and I were on a break, which is impossible when you have the same friends. We were at another one of those places you had to walk downstairs to get to. I had grown tired of speakeasies since Page 6 outed them and suggested a new place for us, which was known for its Sangria or in female language, they just say aphrodisiac.

As the writer in the column put so eloquently when she quoted an owner as saying, that, "You think a place is new, hip and cool, then you look around and wonder where all these people from Jersey came from..." No more Bon Jovi or Springstein and Zach Braff is fucking dead to me. So I went with a place they'd never know about, because it's been about 7 years since it was mentioned in Time Out or City Search for that matter. Please don't get me wrong some of my great friends and family are from Jersey (no seriously), so please don't take that as unwarranted hate...

But for the most part when a friend from Jersey suggests/wants to go to a place it's like a friend from Europe asking if you've heard of a record that's been played out here for six months.

We join me during my sixth glass of Sangria at-

Xunta
174 1st Ave.
10th & 11th Sts.
East Village
212.614.0620

Seated at the wooden rum barrel tables, we were a large party so we stretched out over two of them. I had started the current conversation, we were all talking about the first time we got head. Fitting that the Sangria was just about the sourest thing you'd ever drank, sorry if some of you don't get that, but those some of you may not be from the same dating pool that I have swam; and with the exception of my beautiful break girl, everyone was telling their story.

There were tales from the boys of getting pubic hairs stuck in braces, tales from the girls of sucking for what felt like an hour, with no response, I told my own story about non-vaginal dentata, not being able to walk the next day due to the extreme chaffing. There was a story about a silly boy who insisted on liking the girls asshole, knowing that it was the "bottom hole" that was her vagina, not her top hole, one of our poor civilians get lock jaw, another boy a sprained neck when his girl of choice squeezed her thighs and twisted so hard... Then Tucker chimed in with one of his dumbass stories, still upset over one of his parents getting divorced recently and the fact that his Mom at one point blew me.

All of a sudden that woman in the corner, from earlier in the story, started going crazy, clapping and snapping, grabbed another guy from across the room, and I swear to God what I saw next was about as close to raw sex in the middle of a dance floor as can be legal in Manhattan. There was long dark curly hair swirling everywhere, spider knit stockings, shoving up to a man who couldn't have been over 5'4")'s shoulder. And the gyrating and slow move clawing and the even slower sliding of one body part against another.

I'd had about 8 glasses and I was behind everyone else, but my eyes darted across the table towards the other and I think we were all fucking hypnotized. Every woman's pupils swelled to the size of golfballs, every man sat a little deeper into his seat and I loved each moment of what was going on. It was like screening Secretary at a Sexaholics meeting.

I poured myself another drink out of the make shift pitcher our lovely waitress had afforded us, that Spanish guitar had my heart, but everyone at our two tables had my eye. This was the start of a fucking beautiful night. The lovely flamenco dance had ended, women struggled to compose themselves, the men just kind of kept staring.

"That made you wet didn't it?" I whispered into the ear of the girl next to me.

"Probably," she laughed to herself, that drunk laugh that women do, still in awe.

"Let me check," I said and quickly tried to slide my hand between her thighs. "Just kidding," I stopped, but I wasn't kidding at all, I'm just a pussy. She appreciated the gesture all the same, I'm sure.

"Everyone!" I stood up and announced that, "I have a special cap to the evening, unfortunately, it's three blocks from here..." Knowing that none of them were ready for what I was about to introduce them to at my friend Ryan's apartment.

"Oh?" uttered one of the pale things from the circular edge of the next table over. She was redheaded, with curly, bouncy hair, so I was nice to her, she's probably been shit on her whole life...

"Absinthe..." I paused for effect, "Does no one read my blogs?" I smiled, I think maybe four of them had read my blogs. This is actually better, because none of them have a clue as to what they're about to get themselves into.

For me, I kind of knew, the stuff that we have in America, it doesn't have the wormwood, which creates the hallucinogenic effect. That's the only type I had drank the American kind.

Let's skip forward to the part where we all ended up at Ryan's apartment, he was the expert, sugar cubes, green liquid turned murky clear, I drank and holy fuck was I fucked. Despite the fact that it was 180 proof there was also the worm wood. I finally got to meet the Green Fairy and I loved that little douche bag

At one point, I offered to cut off an ear, not mine, but one of my friends. It was the girls, (huh?) who were all the ones encouraging me to do this... I thought that women were here to keep us civilized. At one point I had convinced everyone it was a good idea to take off their pants and we all did, those of us that had pants. Imagine that, button ups with no pants, grown ass men, women in their thongs and pantis in their Tuesday night's best shirt. I'm sorry if I keep referring to us as men and women, we're all younger than 27 (just as a slight editorial).

So very soon as the pants off dance off begins, one of the older ones, Elizabeth begins to freak out, apparently she's got to get home and get home now, she takes off running towards the front door, does a nose dive into the front door, she's still not wearing pants. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the nose dive, I feel bad for her and rush over to help her up.

"Darling, you're not wearing pants, where are you going?" I say as I help her up, feeling partially responsible.

"I need to get the fuck out of here, one of those girls was talking about my tits and I SWEAR TO GOD-" I grab her mouth and stop her there.

"Where are you pants at?" I motion to a pile of pants.

"They're Seven's..."

And I dive into a bunch of thrown about jeans, looking for that annoying butt pocket insignia. Found them quickly, I hand them to her.

She looks at the inside tag, "These are 2's, you think I'm a 2?" She looks at me like I'm the truth.

I have no clue, what's a 2? I'm a 32... "Try them on anyway..."

She looks at me like she could fuck me right there on the spot.

Then she looks really depressed, "I'm a six," throwing the pants back at me after an unsuccessful button up job.

I want to kill whatever bitch is that 2, I could have just forgotten all about my break with my girlfriend, but no, seriously whoever is this anorexic/bulimic chick at this party, she seriously owes me a lay...

Found her 6's, she put them on, buttons them up with only a 'little' bit of effort, which required laying down and zipping and buttoning. She's a fucking alien, but for whatever reason, something inside of me wants to make sure she gets home okay. I put my own jeans on.

"Okay... Well, let me walk you down then," the apartment's on the 2nd Floor, but I can help the woman get a cab.

She finds a cab immediately, "Okay, thanks!" She jumps in, but traffic stops.

I return to the apartment door, ringing the buzzer.

"Do you want to come down to my place?" She figured out how to roll down the window in the cab... I don't know how, her eyes haven't uncrossed since her concussion attempt with the door.

"Yeah, I can, I guess," I walk to the cab door with all the aw-shucks I can muster. These East Coast women love that fucking George W. Bush shit. I've got to patent the 'Fuck me, I'm Republican' t-shirt idea.

I get into the cab, I tell her that I have a friend that lives in her same complex, which I actually do.

Then that fucking Green Fairy hit me again, I get consumed with the fact that the cab driver is actually going to kidnap us, he's going to kidnap us, sell us to some fucking terrorist organization and we're going to end up in the Wall Street Journal with a machete to our necks. This mother fucker would like nothing more than two blond haired, blue eyed American as shit looking kids, they would probably make a million a piece off of us in the slave market.

At this point, I swear to God Broken Social Scene, "Bandwitch" began playing. I was looking around New York as if it were new again, we weren't in fucking New York, we'd driven south of Staten Island. Were we in New Jersey? I fucking have no clue, I'd never been to New Jersey...

You know the song that's playing, the mood is eerie to say the least, I need to throw up, Elizabeth is passed out and everything feels very long, thin and orange to me. Had I had a gun, my brains would be all over the back of this cab.

The cab comes to a stop, he tells me that we're here, I look out the window, "This isn't it!" I declare, I look out all of the windows, I'm frantic, "This is not where she asked you to go."

I try to wake Elizabeth up. No luck.

"Take us back! Take us to 13th and 1st!" I declare and behave as if Elizabeth and I are refuges, we'll get through this as long as we have each other. I am protector of all things blue eyed and blond haired, fuck anyone that wants to make a million off of us.

I must have passed out, because we got back to familiar territory quick as shit. Cab stopped on 13th and 1st and $28 later I am back to the same place where I got into the cab. I give the man $35 out of my billfold, somehow, and I am on my way.

Walking down 13th towards Ryan's apartment and I am feeling perfect. Finally I hear the honking, in New York you block out the honking, "SIR!"

"Get your girlfriend out of my car Sir!" The Cab has stopped there are many cars piled up behind him, all honking.

Shit! I forgot Elizabeth in the Cab.

Okay, I walk down to the Cab, open the back door.

I kind of shake her thigh, "Elizabeth, you need to wake up now..."

Somehow the Seven Jeans aren't stopping her thigh from jiggling under my constant pulses on her thigh to wake up.

Suddenly she springs up! Shoving her fucking Steve Madden three inch heel directly into my cheek, she punches me in the side of the head, "Get the fuck off of me!!!" She screams to all, blood murder, "GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!"

I lunge forward to calm her down, "ELIZABETH, CALM DOWN!" I have both of my hands on her shoulders now, shoving her down and she is kicking and punching, flailing about with all the tiny might she can muster.

I feel someone from behind wrap me around my waist and pull me back.

"Are you okay Ma'am?" someone from a crowd that has formed around us shouts.

I'm so utterly embarrassed, I just wonder away from the scene and end up at Ryan's apartment.

Davis - Happy Valentine's Day!

Okay, I'm going to take a short break from shopping for lingerie that I wish my girlfriend would wear and give a couple quick recommendations on where to go tonight (or any other night) if you're in the Valentine's mood and some for if you're definitely not in the Valentine's Day mood.

I'm going to try to be quick, so you all can get this before you leave work.

• Bar Recommendations, for the one who forgot to plan anything, neither of which had a website:

The East Side Company Bar
49 Essex St , New York , NY , 10002
Accessible speakeasy charm deep in the Lower East Side.

The Back Room
102 Norfolk St , New York , NY , 10002
Covert Lower East Side bar flies under the radar of the neighborhood's scene.

Justin Hartung at City Search has posted this restaurant list which I approve of:

Special Deals

1.
Eleven Madison Park
11 Madison Ave, New York, NY
The seven-course tasting menu costs $225 per person at Danny Meyer's New American queen bee.

2.
Savoy
70 Prince St, New York, NY
Fireplaces add an extra romantic touch to this four course dinner for $95 a person.

3.
Daniel
60 E 65th St, New York, NY
For a super-extravagant night, feast on four courses here for $295 per person.

4.
Pera Mediterranean Brasserie
303 Madison Ave, New York, NY
The four-course menu at this Turkish restaurant in Midtown costs $65, and includes a champagne toast.

5.
Fiamma
206 Spring St, New York, NY
Five courses of upscale Italian fare will run you $150 per person at this Soho gem.

6.
Telepan
72 W 69th St, New York, NY
Woo your valentine with this Upper West Side's $78 (per person) four-course tasting menu.

7.
Fig & Olive Downtown
420 W 13th St, New York, NY
This Meatpacking District restaurant is offering three courses for $50 per person (or $60 with a half bottle of champagne)

8.
Graffiti
224 E 10th St, New York, NY
If you're lucky enough to get one of the few tables available, you'll enjoy an eight-course tasting menu for $80 per couple (which includes a bottle of wine).

9.
Fleur de Sel
5 E 20th St, New York, NY
The five-course tasting menu costs between $135 and $155 depending on the seating time.

10.
Benjamin Steakhouse
52 E 41st St, New York, NY
This three-course meal costs $99 per person, and includes a champagne toast.

11.
Annisa
13 Barrow St, New York, NY
The four-course meal costs $110 per couple, with an optional wine pairing for an extra $38.

12.
Garage Restaurant and Cafe
99 7th Ave S, New York, NY
Live jazz sets a romantic mood for this four-course, which costs $75 per person.

13.
Dressler
149 Broadway, Brooklyn, NY
This Williamsburg favorite is offering three courses for $70 per person.

14.
Matilda
647 E 11th St, New York, NY
A hundred bucks per couple brings five courses (and a free glass of Prosseco if you mention Citysearch).

15.
Chez Oskar
211 Dekalb Ave, Brooklyn, NY
The four-course menu at this cozy Fort Greene bistro will run you only $35 per person.

16.
SavorNY
63 Clinton St, New York, NY
The four-course menu costs $50 per lovebird.

17.
AGAVE
140 7th Ave South, New York, NY
Premium tequila tastings accompany each of the courses on this $75 (per person) menu.

• For the Anti-Valentine:

Grub Street recommends (for men) Robert's Steakhouse (davis- I don't know about that one last minute) and (for women) New Green Bo (no website, 66 Bayard St New York, NY 10013 (212) 625-2359) be sure to go across the street to get ice cream afterwards or Seymour Burton...

• Davis recommends:

McSorley's
15 E. Seventh St
New York, NY 10003
(212) 473-9148

Come get beers by the twos, in light or dark for next to nothing at all.

Okay, back to shopping.

Love,
Davis