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?”