I will never get over my huge crush on Lenny Kravitz. Never. I fell in love with the dreads back in the day and never looked back.

He’s been MIA from the media spotlight for so long now I had to do a double take when I saw these pictures of him looking bad ass in New York this week. What other man can pull off knee-high black leather wedge boots and a flowy black tunic at the same time. No one I tell you! No one!

It’s little things like this that make my day a bit brighter. The New York Post reported today that when Hannah Montanan herself walked into a Pop  Burger on East 58th Street in New York City last week no one recognized her. After placing her order the counter manager asked Miley Cyrus for her name to mark the order, much to her displeasure.

“Are you serious? You don’t recognize me? I’m Miley Cyrus,” she snapped at the manager a PageSix spy dishes.

The counterman still had no clue who she was, ran her credit card with her name on it, and shrugged.

“That’s nice for you. Here is your order. Have a good day,” he added.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love New York City.