When do I leave the Upper East Side? When I know Columbia University cuties (like our caffeine-addicted friend D) await me at the other end of the long journey West. I have priorities! Read more.
Alternagirls like V cannot live on Doc Martens alone. Luckily, they can find all the ironic t-shirts and messenger bags they need right here. Read more.
Indulge yourself with some melt-in-your-mouth sweetness at this UES chocolate shop. Because you’re worth it—and you know you love me. Read more.
Done with last season's DVF dress? Donate it to this charity shop that deals in couture. Or go shopping—vintage is always in, if you know how to wear it correctly. Read more.
Much more elegant and considerably less fluorescent than any other pharmacy in Manhattan, and it stocks a full range of Bliss products. What more could a girl want? Read more.
Stock up on snacks—rocky road ice cream and granny smith apples for N, please—at this gourmet grocery store. (It Had to Be You) Read more.
If you're anything like B, you may have come here with Nanny when you were six, but why not relive your youth—and relieve your stress—with a cup of tea at this quaint neighborhood café? Read more.
Cure your carb cravings while overlooking Columbus Circle. Just try not to drool over the models slash waiters. Read more.
A favorite of Upper East Side society, this café is where Avery Carlyle began her ascent to reign as Queen Bee of Constance Billard. (The Carlyles: Love the One You’re With) Read more.
It’s a right of passage to come here with your parents before you pack for college. Just don’t have a breakdown like B did. I'll be watching! (Don’t You Forget About Me) Read more.
Waxing appointments aren’t for the faint of heart—just ask two of the more manly members of the St. Jude’s swim team how they fared here. (Gossip Girl: The Carlyles) Read more.
Stock up here for strappy sundresses and barely-there bikinis that will make you stand out when you're summering on Wainscott Beach in the Hamptons. Read more.
See and be seen when you’re dining al fresco at this SoHo staple. Just don’t be surprised if your secret convo ends up on Page Six - or on gossipgirl.net. Read more.
B brought one of her beaus here on New Year’s Eve—the romance didn’t last, but this restaurant's popularity does. I promise I won’t judge if you pig out on pasta. (I Will Always Love You) Read more.
Allow me to live the lie that gelato is better for you than ice cream, and I’ll reward you with the secret to ending a sticky NYC night in bliss. Read more.