It was 10:30 p.m. on a Saturday night in New York City. But instead of gearing up for a big night out on the town, I was hobbling back to the
Le Parker Meridien New York, my home base while covering
New York Fashion Week. My feet were sore, I hadn’t eaten since noon and I still had to pull out my laptop and file a blog post. (Yes, covering fashion week may seem glamorous—and it is in many ways—but it’s also an exhausting amount of work.) As I entered the hotel, I noticed a long line of people heading into a dark, narrow hallway on the side of the lobby. The area was hidden behind a thick velvet curtain manned by a hotel security guard. Was this the entrance to some secret club? Then I noticed it: The outline of a neon burger high up on the wall.
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