Come summertime on the Lower East Side, there’s no better spot to peep at beautiful, fashionable passerby than from a sunny window seat at El Rey, sipping on a frozen Tinto de Verano, aka a “Poor Man’s Sangria,” made from equal parts cola and red wine.
You know those people who say, “I don’t have a sweet tooth,” or “I only crave salty foods”? I don’t trust them. How is that humanly possible? I can’t imagine having the kind of willpower it takes to stare down a LeVain Bakery cookie and walk away. What kind of sad existence is that anyway?