When I got to NYC after an 8 hours NON SMOKING flight, I threw my backpack at the hotel on 106th st/Broadway (I am surprized they managed to squeeze in a bed in my room), and went out looking for a pub to fight the jetlag.
    I found a cosey one at 110th st called "Tap a Keg", a bar in my taste.
    I sneaked in and had a great evening talking to some working class people of upper Manhattan.
    When I finally went to bed I had been up 24 hours, and I was surprized how well I was taking the lag.