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"So I napped and grabbed some emergency enchiladas rojas from my favorite neighborhood Mexican spot, Paloma’s. I firmly believe Paloma’s is magic — its smoky, piquant enchiladas can dry any tears, neutralize any illness. In this case, they enabled me to rally enough to clamber into my bon temps rouler outfit ("Dress code: lingerie, fetishwear, black tie") and schlep out to the Standard in Chelsea." - Chris Crowley