This Thanksgiving, I'm thankful for my family of friends and the friends in my family. And for decent work and a safe home filled with some fabulous clothing in New York City. Last night I had some post-Priscilla Queen of the Desert Brooklyn Lagers with my dear friend Maeve at the original P.J. Clarke's on 55th Street. Clarke's is a true classic of a bar that, while often packed with obnoxious people, is manned by true gentlemen who play Motown and classic rock and remember your drink order and place your mobile phone in napkin-lined glasses to protect them from the bar's spillage.
I'm thankful for charming places to imbibe with my friends, that is for sure. Happy Thanksgiving!
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