Magazine article The New Yorker

The Edge Harlem

Magazine article The New Yorker

The Edge Harlem

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The Edge Harlem

101 Edgecombe Ave., at 139th St. (212-939-9688)

Langston Hughes, wistful, black tie around his neck, stares from a portrait behind the bar at this uptown watering hole and eatery. "I guess I like him like that," one of the courteous servers mused. "You never get to see him in that way: young." Crowded with twentysomething Harlemites on the quietest of evenings, the Edge serves wine and sweet punch to a reggae and jazz soundtrack. A hibiscus mimosa is a Hudson River sunset in a glass. On any given night, everyone is invariably deep in conversation, perhaps because there's no WiFi: a sign tells guests to "connect with each other." The other night, a young Brit wearing a T-shirt that read "FCUK MOI?" complained to his date about the weather ("It's like Florida here!"), while, nearby, a professorial type held forth on an issue of Byzantine complexity, the topic unclear. …

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