One day when I leave New York, I know one thing I will miss is the number of great, “hidden” spots that are sprinkled all over the city – the secret restaurant that you can access only by walking through an unmarked door in what appears to be a pawn shop, a bar that you get to by dialing a phone in an old-school telephone booth, a Japanese speakeasy you get to by walking through another Japanese restaurant – the list goes on. A colleague just told me about a pop-up ramen spot that opens only after 1am in Lower East Side, and it’s in the basement of an unmarked building; really, you have to know someone to get into this place. New York is a city where it’s probably impossible to see, do, and eat everything. It keeps you wanting more – and wanting to be in the know.