You could get away with a lot in Manhattan in 1984. You could write a bestselling novel, Bright Lights, Big City, in the second person, like Jay McInerney did, his brooding protagonist hoovering up “Bolivian marching powder” and hanging out at The Odeon. You could have a menial job, go out clubbing, eat for cheap at dawn at a 24-hour joint, survive on scant sleep and spend a few hours pursuing acting, music, photography or performance art before heading back … Continue reading “In 1984, It All Happened at These New York Restaurants”