Where am I?!

Sometimes I get burned out on NYC, but not tonight...drinking Argentinan wine with Germans over jazz at a Turkish bellydancing restaurant in Hell's Kitchen. You just can't do that in Dayton. Or Paramus. If not for the vacuous red-headed bimbo at the bar yakking at 90 decibels about the new smartphone daddy just bought her, I might have completley forgotten I was in America.