There are winter experiences in New York, and then there are winter moments—the kind that feel curated by some benevolent holiday spirit who understands glamour, comfort, and a dash of mischief. The teardrop-shaped igloos perched atop the 39th floor of Somewhere Nowhere fall firmly into the latter category. For someone like me—who unapologetically begins playing holiday music on November 1st, erects the tree before most people finish their Halloween candy, and believes twinkle lights are a civic duty—this rooftop is nothing short of a seasonal paradise.
Missing the official opening party proved to be a blessing. My brother, visiting from out of town, and I crafted our own celebration the moment we stepped inside one of those crystalline domes. It felt like walking into a scene plucked straight from a luxe Christmas novella: plush seating, soft glows of amber light, a heater masquerading as a fireplace, and our very own Alexa waiting to soundtrack the evening. We toggled between classic crooners and festive anthems, creating the exact vibe our night deserved. The Grinch would absolutely despise it, which only made me love it more.
The view is a showstopper. The Empire State Building stands so close it practically winks at you, radiating holiday hues and reminding you that Manhattan, at its best, is a city built for seasonal spectacle. This rooftop captures that energy and amplifies it, turning the skyline into an essential cast member of your evening.
The culinary offerings elevated the experience even further. The caviar bites were decadent—little jewels of brine and butter that melted on the tongue. The jerk prawns, fiery and addictive, warmed us from the inside out. Together they created the type of winter feast that makes you forget the temperature outside and focus entirely on the moment unfolding within the dome.
Somewhere Nowhere’s igloo oasis is not simply cute or festive—it is a winter essential, wrapped in sophistication and tied with a velvet bow. It is ideal for a snuggly holiday date, a girls’ night filled with laughter and sparkle, or—as in my case—a heart-expanding evening with your extraordinary brother.
Those who love Christmas will feel instantly at home. Those who do not will be converted.
Book now. These igloos fill up faster than my Mariah Carey playlist queue, and trust me—you want this night.
