I've always been majorly inspired by Eloise and wished that I lived in a hotel. But now I've adapted my dream, and not just because the recently-reopened-as-condos Plaza, Eloise's home, is out of my price range. It's just that I've found a whole bunch of Manhattan restaurants that I'd rather live in. There's the obvious benefit of having great food whenever I want. And there's also the groovy environment that so many new places have that makes you feel like you're at the coolest party. First off is the Lower East Side's Allen & Delancey, with its little connecting rooms that mix exposed brick, dark wood, old books and low lighting (The New Yorker's review called it one of the loveliest rooms in town). Second is Elettaria—even though the fake staircase at the entrance isn't very functional, I absolutely love it, and ditto for the cut-off mirrors and paintings and the bright red door at the entrance. But the hands-down winner of my new relocation plan is Bobo. It's set in a sweet West Village town house, and I love everything about the two-story restaurant: the hundreds of photos that decorate the walls, the multiple fireplaces, the huge drapes on the windows. I love the owner, Carlos Suarez, who also acts as maître d’/best party host ever (he comes from a very cool family—his cousin Dolores designed the space). I've also come to love the food, which started off rocky but has gotten really good under new chef Jared Stafford-Hill, who makes excellent ricotta-stuffed ravioli and pork (Berkshire, of course) with sausage and shell beans. It's also eco-friendly—they were very early to the purified (flat and sparkling) water game and charge $1 for all the water you drink all night (that $1 goes to water-related charities). Bobo even has a celebrity clientele (Demi Moore sat at the opposite table last time I ate there) which would definitely raise the profile of parties I'd throw, after I moved in.