Hot Bub Time Machine
So you’re leaving a MePa club this weekend. Let’s say it’s 3:30am. And you’re just desperate for something, anything, to rescue you from the morning you’re in for. And like a glowing oasis of purity, here’s a second Bubby’s, a sweeping, column-laden corner of housemade everything, slated to open tomorrow right next to the High Line. This is the