You don't really go to New York City to be a homebody, but thanks to a poorly times Nor'Eaaster, I ended up spending more time in Kristin's place than I anticipated.
Which was fine, really, because her place was beyond cozy. And not cozy in the "typically tiny New York City broom closet turned $4500 a month studio," it was cozy in that I was perfectly content to sit on her couch in a blanket, finish my book, read some of hers, then pass out as the storm passed. Being in her bed was like being in a tray of freshly baked cinnamon buns, still in the oven to stay warm. Her shower got HOT really fast with the perfect amount of water pressure. I don't mean to be flippant by saying these things, but I lived in New York for nearly seven years, these things are important.
Just being in her place, surrounded by what I assume are collectible chothckes from trips and travels, you feel like you're in the home of a really cool person - and that is a little bit of the New York experience as well. I think I learned a little bit about the early days of the Rolling Stones and the healing powers of wild mushrooms all in the same afternoon.
A bodega about 50 feet from her front door provided my friend and I with a six-pack, and when it was warm enough, some of the best places to eat in Brooklyn are within walking distance: Karczma for Polish Food, Frankel's for classic deli food, Torst for fancy beers, all the other stuff you can read about in a guide book. I don't want to digress because the point of this is to review the apartment, which was impeccable with an ideal location (quiet yet hip, close enough to a subway), incredibly valued, easy to get into, and overall a joy to stay in. I might even try to book it again, should I visit during warmer months, as she has a back yard that we were not able to fully enjoy.
I recommend this place without reservation. It easy accommodated two dudes.