To continue the fantasy, we pop in Via Quadronno just off Madison Ave for lunch, where you can see this specimen in the wild. Quickly, fantasy becomes reality, which is always a harsh step down. So, we laugh, and tuck into salads, Panini, and save room for their tiramisu and coffeeeee, knowing we look just as wild and West Side-y in that bastion of EuroChic.

“Charlie Bird is his second favorite. He deemed it “perfect” the last time we were there. The wine, the pasta, the crispy chicken, along with proprietor extraordinaire Robert Bohr and his team make it one of the most best places to eat great food and have fun in NYC.”

Babbo is Jerry’s favorite restaurant in the world, (other than Pizzeria Bianco in Phoenix, Arizona). He loves anything Mario Batali. Eataly is one of his favorite cultural institutions.

La Sirena is my favorite restaurant in NYC! The bread and butter!

“Dough Doughnuts in Bed Stuy is on the regular at our house. It has become our place of worship on the weekends. We even went there after Jerry’s mother’s funeral, because when celebrating her amazing life, we wanted to be reminded that there is still pure joy in the world. Aside from Betty Seinfeld, it comes in the form of a Dough Doughnut.”

“While it remains a very controversial shop, I still love going to the Intelligentsia in Venice," says Cora Lambert of this hip, high-end café in our new book.

You're on a desert island, and can only bring 5 of your favorite cars. Which 5 do you bring? This is an absurd scenario. First of all, cars and desert are a bad combination. I would only bring one car to a desert island and that would be a VW Dune Buggy. No other cars are fun in the desert.