AB: It was a very active social scene in Harlem last night. And with the popping up of new restaurants, bars and lounges, the scene is likely to be popping every night of the week. The crowds are…diverse to say the least. Even the grandmas in wheelchairs come rolling up to the side entrance of Marcus Samuelsson’s , Red Rooster. This was not Soho, but Soha! At Corner Social, a recently established Harlem eatery and drinkery, a private function ended early, letting in the masses of revelers seeking to profile and be profiled. Well dressed individuals of all colors, shapes, and sizes, were busy escaping their husbands but more likely their wives considering the number of men there. The scene was a mix of something reminiscent of the Harlem Renaissance and a Benny Boom music video. Getting a drink at the bar was an exercise in getting felt up in the most platonic of ways of course, by an array of modern men who are distinctly more touchy than the men of yester generations. The crowds were so divergent in fact, it felt like some girl named Rachel was getting married. Or rather, that she was jumping the broom; I was in Harlem after all.





