Most New Yorkers operate on a work-hard, play-hard basis -- thankless 50-hour weeks punctuated by weekends of keep-’em-coming bar nights and dance floor debauchery. You spend the week building up steam, and the weekend blowing it off. You pound gin and tonics, momentarily forget your anxiety about the closure of the L train, and try to sleep with the girl seated next to you. That’s the prosaic routine.
But what if you weren’t merely trying to get dizzy and fall into bed with anyone who evinces a pulse?
“As I see it there are two kinds of people in this world,” Bass tells me. “The kind who go out to take shots and probably have sex, and then the kind who go out to actually talk to people. To have conversations that are worth remembering tomorrow with people who are also worth remembering tomorrow. The latter are the crowd at China Chalet.”