
As if La Esquina weren’t sceney enough, everyone’s favorite mock taqueria now has first-come-first-serve sidewalk seating from 6 p.m. to midnight, essentially making it the Pastis of Little Italy and bringing the neighborhood, with the help of Bowie’s burlesque joint, one step closer to becoming the meatpacking district. By the way, while we’re on the subject: Please, people, it’s pronounced Es-KEE-na and not Es-QUEE-na. And (same people) don’t refer to empa-NA-das as em-PIÑATAs unless you’re actually planning to strike them with a bat to make meat rain from them. That’s all.