Q: All right, it’s time for brunch with my peeps to debrief last night. Where to?
A: Try The Smith
in the East Village (or the soon-to-be opened Midtown East location) if you’re looking for somewhere you won’t be judged for loud, slightly inappropriate conversation as you down bottomless mimosas or Bloody Marys.
If you’re in the mood for something a little more tame, homey Wine:30
has an adorable garden that provides next-day respite from the mayhem of the night before. Sit out front for the walk-of-shame show, featuring hordes of stilettos, mini-skirts and sloppily-knotted ties making the pilgrimage back uptown after late-night mistakes.
Just remember: no matter how badly date night went, you’ve always got your friends the morning after to commiserate over the deets. And you’ve got vodka. Lots. Of. Vodka.