I’m not much of a drinker, but the incandescent glow from those three little letters can really cast a spell, especially on a quiet dark night.
At right is the rosy-glow sign at Campanile, an old-school Italian restaurant on 29th Street between Madison and Park Avenues.
Smith’s, on 44th Street and Eighth Avenue, emphasizes their bar, not the grill.
I wish the Fedora sign, on West Fourth Street for the past 60-plus years, had its lights on.
But that might be asking too much of this West Village survivor still hanging in there, not yet Marc Jacobs-ized or turned into a cupcake shop.