teetotaling

You know what to do.

While we’re at it, let’s talk refuge between battle zones (for those momentary pauses amid alleyway snowball fights). There’s an overwhelming plenitude of cafes in NYC, but in what cozy crevices you can slurp tea and surf on free Wifi LATE-into-the evenings?

If you’re in the P. Heights/Park Slope area of BKLYN, as apparently I am

Please note Yoda figurine, circa 1997 in the shade of a BBG cactus

visit The Tea Lounge, in three locations, the main base on Union St. (allegedly-O.K.-come-dusk a.k.a bohemian living room furnishings are satisfactorily wiped down with organic stroller antiseptic), open till 1am weeknights, 2am weekends.

In the East Village, Rapture features bingo, cabaret, readings, releases, books and purchase-able internet minutes (for the laptopless). Currently on view: Garry Hayes exhibition, Open Book. Open daily till midnight, occasionally later for events.

On the les Cakeshop-upstairs sells records, comics, zines, CAKE, etc. (the clamor of raucous bands ever-seducing you downstairs). Open till 2am weeknights, 4am weekends.

In the West Village, Cafe Reggio doesn’t offer Wifi, but they do serve Italian-fare and the walls are adorned with Old World art; check out Jaren Blaschke’s pictures. Open till 2:30am weeknights, 4am weekends.

Cafe Reggio (photo: courtesy Lorcan Otway’s Flickr)

And, if you find yourself lost in the bar barracks of Williamsburg, while Atlas closes at 10pm, there’s Fix Lounge (adjacent to Sound Fix record store), hosting “analog games,” performances and activity nights (i.e. Sunday: role playing and Atari). Open Mondays till 11pm, Tuesday, Wednesday & Sunday till 2am, Fridays & Saturdays till 4am.

The weather tonight harkens back to the Valentine’s Blizzard of 2007.

Greenwich Village fire escape (photo: courtesy Vlado)

And, hey, it’s time to make “new memories,” besides, we all know “snowstorm memories” are some of The Best, i.e. the Edward Sissorhands’ wintery mix motif, [some of] The Most Romantic Cinematic Scenes of All Time in Love Story

Love Story (Hiller, 1970)

and that time your Dad woke you in the middle of the night and said “It’s snowing. COME ON!”

Whether you’re exposing friends for the sleet-pansies they are in alleyway snowball fights, spreading your angel wings in the nearest park, sledding at any of the numerous inter-borough locations, attiring a hipster snowman,

plastic Frosty, post-season (photo: courtesy Amy Atticks)

spiking a late night hot chocolate with marshmallows, ambitiously crafting new real estate,

Ambitiously Crafted New Real Estate (photo: courtesy John Atticks)

or admiring the skyline flurry from your rooftoop there’s something memorable to do in the rare diversion of a NYC snow storm, so GET OUT!