The Lateness of night

There is fire in the air in Chelsea and hunger pangs enough to eat the Chef's special, a lobster, without best dining pal William there to break the difficult shell and fork out the sweet white meat in the wee hours of morning after the last bar has closed on the edge of Hell's Kitchen... On this occasion, the chef broke the shell and pulled out the meat for me because..well, I couldn't open it.

An all-night video sex shop with private booths in Chelsea on 8th Avenue at 23rd Street