Love You, Aziz, But You Can’t Just Close Down the New Rooftop Bar to Film Master of None

Look, love Aziz Ansari and congos on the Emmy noms, but when you hop on the L train thinking you’re going to check out the hot new rooftop bar only to get to Westlight and be told it’s closed because Master of None is filming there, AGGHHHHHHHH. I mean, one thing is for a shoot to take over a shit-ton of parking spots, like Master of None will do when it films in the vicinity of Grand Street and Roebling on Tuesday and Wednesday. That’s a hassle for people who park in Williamsburg, but luckily I’m not one of them. I am, however, the guy who crossed a river last night in hopes of catching a glimpse of this rhombus flooring Nicole Disser was all agog about, only to be told, “Try again tomorrow.” Tomorrow? There’s not even going to be a tomorrow if I’m forced to go over to Turkey’s Nest and drink non-premium cocktails.

I mean, Westlight is #10 in Grub Street’s power rankings — you can’t just shut it down on a Thursday night! Aziz, I know you understand this– remember when you did the Grub Street Diet years ago, before you were the Prince of Netflix, and told me about going to the “always reliable/clichéd food-nerd hot spot” Momofuku Ssäm Bar? Now imagine if you’d crossed a river to get there and they told you, “Sorry, we’re closed tonight because we’re filming a jellied pig-foot wrestling match between David Chang and Pete Wells?”

But it’s actually fine. Because I decided to go on and check out the William Vale’s lobby and as I’m strolling in, who’s coming out but Mike Bloomberg? MAYOR MIKE! He passed just a few feet from me and for a moment I thought about giving him a high-five and saying, “Dude! You’re the guy whose rezoning made this hotel happen! Any chance you can kick Aziz Ansari out of Westlight?”