Sheraton Times Square


So Frank says after our phat Jean George meal, I want a coffee. As he says this, we are inTimes Square in front of the Shearaton. I say, I know where we can have coffee. This is one of my old haunts from my Wall street days in NY back in the day. We go up to the 56th floor, enter the executive lounge, and have as much coffee, food, internet as we want for free and with a great view. Of course Frank indulges so much, he misses his flight, and instead of meeting my friend Erica at some dumb resturant, I invite her here. I got a lot of tricks in NY. This town was built for someone like me.

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