In New York, restaurants, clubs, and lounges can be a very incestuous business. You’re likely to see the same names overlapping various venues and events because sociality is the name of the game.
Rivalry and bitterness can ensue when it comes to public recognition especially when it come to someone you've spent time mentoring. With any professional field comes a kudos event tailored toward those in that industry. The film industry has The Academy, the internet has The Webbys, and the food industry has the James Beard Foundation.
It looks like a normal, East Village hot dog shop.
It smells like hot dog water, there are ketchup smears on the counters, and the air conditioning putts and struggles to evaporate the sweat off the back of customer's necks. But, across from the wall of faux-leather booths, there's the strange, out of place, telephone-booth-style set of doors with pitch black windows.
The booth has a phone hanging on the wall with a single, lone button: "Call."
The conversation is always the same: