SAHARA EAST

184 1st Avenue
[Take the L from 14th Street to 1st Avenue and walk down]
I may just be here too much, but I literally walk almost past it every time …
The first time I hit the hookah here was Sophomore Summer; my roommate/soulmate Lyd and I were stomping Little Italy, stalking soccer players, when we whimsically decided to call Andrew, whose roommate/soulmate Ben told us we had to had to hit this place. So we met up with NYC local Val and visitor Jordan and proceeded to smoke ourselves silly over red wine and mint tea (served in a glass!). Since then, I’ve been: belligerent over men, race, and the male race with Sal and Biscuit and then on a couple group-date-ish-sorta-maybe situations. One of my favorite Sahara East stories is how I recognized the infamous Leigh (Lee?) on the bathroom line; it was the damnedest thing: three of my friends knew him, I'd never even seen his picture but I knew I knew him. When they talk about a collective conscious, they are not joking.
A really fun time to go is in the early afternoon: after much cancellage, Sean and I finally got it together (both late, thanks to the magic of cell phones) and shared Apple + Mint shisha until dark. Make super nice with the super nice staff and you just may get some free baklava.