Robert Pattinson was here in New York for a while, where, like a mirage of tousled sex, he dodged fans while flitting from hotel to bar to hotel. If the young gentleman can ever again summon the courage to return to Manhattan -- and its chorus of “OHMYGAWD ITSEDWARDILOVEEDWARD ICOULDJUSTDIEEEEEEEE” -- here is a list of his favorite places to hide. Stalk away!

● Pearl Street Diner (West Village) - According to this man’s Twitter account and this blogger’s mobile photos, the no-fuss West Village eatery was closed on July 15 when it became a filming location for Pattinson’s new movie. When asked for comment, Pearl’s cooks said, “We’ll never wash our hands again.”

There have been some nasty rumors circling that New York (and specifically its Twilight fans) is eating Robert Pattinson alive. Then today, some brash Australian news service tried to one-up Michael Jackson Day by speculating that Kristen Stewart is pregnant with Pattinson's baby. To address these shocking allegations, we went to our most authoritative source on all things RP: our Robert Pattinson stalker intern.

BlackBook has a famous lineage of interns; we've yet again found another one amongst our unpaid ranks whose existence and presence has shocked, shaken, and amazed the staff in ways we didn't think our interns were capable of doing. This one, like all the others, has a very special secret: her life's ambition. No, it's not a career in publishing. It's finding and ravishing the man of her dreams (and those of every other girl aged 14 through 40): actor Robert Pattinson. While we simply talked to her about her obsession before, we've now given her time to explore it.

A night that began with a quiet and scrumptious Whole Foods BBQ was turned on its ear by a bombardment of text messages about the goings-on at theGansevoort rooftop. The nice weather enticed me to the party, which my friends call "woof.” I asked if that was the real name for the party -- after all, I am a nightlife correspondent, and accuracy should be part of my agenda. I asked my friend again, who avoided eye contact and said, "When it's good they call it ‘woof, woof’,” or sometimes "woof, roof'.” Maybe Sundays are not for answers. The roof was packed, although everybody told me it was a weak night. Apologetic promoters told me that "it’s usually more packed" and that celebrities abound. "Last week, Leonardo DiCaprio and Willem Dafoe were here, but this week we only have Lance Bass.”

“This song is about vampires,” said Eric Elbogen when introducing a track towards the end of his set last Saturday at The Bell House. Then for the song right after, the same introduction. In fact, in 2006 the former music critic and one-man machine behind the Seattle-based band Say Hi (formerly Say Hi to Your Mom) released a whole album centered around vampires, with other previous albums infused with robots and science fiction imagery. In Elbogen’s sixth album Oohs and Aahs -- released on Barsuk early this month and played from beginning to end last Saturday -- he forgoes the metaphors for a more straightforward approach of simple, sweet, synth-infused songs of romance and heartbreak. This time the bloodsuckers are real, but lucky for us they still make for catchy tunes. Say Hi is currently on tour with Telekinesis, but Elbogen took some time out from the rock star life to tell us about Prince and Gossip Girl in our Pop Quiz.

Serge Becker is a partner in New York dining and nightlife staples like The Box, Joe's Pub, Café Select, and La Esquina. His stake in the nightlife industry began as art director at Area and continued with his involvement in some of the city’s most exclusive spots (MK and Bowery Bar). Currently, he's taking a break from nightlife and exercising his green thumb.

How did you start in this business?
I started as Eric Goode's art director at Area, doing art installations. There were six or seven of us that were the core group.

Bijou Phillips is yet another example that somehow, if you're the daughter of a rock star--in her case The Mamas and The Papas' John Phillips--then you're genetically predisposed to be a beautiful aspiring model/actress. I'm not making this up. And unlike most of her fellow rock princesses, Phillips no longer aspires. She's achieved. With roles in Bully, Choke, Hostel II, and most recently, the bizzaro noir musical Dark Streets (which opened last week), Phillips has built herself a respectable acting portfolio to go along with her musical dabblings. Admittedly, Phillips has yet to elevate herself to Liv Tyler level, but with upcoming roles in at least three movies, none of them National Lampoon's straight-to-dvd clunkers, her career has yet to plateau. Here the actress muses about L.A. cougardom, her infamous New York party days, her love of Michelle Obama, but not that dress.

It's Tuesday. Where the party at?

1. Rose Bar (Flatiron) - Twin bars from one-two punch of Ian Schrager and Julian Schnabel. Do not inquire about prices for art on the wall.
2. Beige at B Bar & Grill (Greenwich Village) - Former hot spot turned average, airy American restaurant. Good outdoor drinking afternoons. Gay Tuesdays.
3. Tuesday Baby Tuesday's at Marquee (Chelsea) - Still packing in six-foot Slavic princesses and the suckers who love them. Since 2003.

I was asked by my editor to compile a list of the best joints on any given night -- i.e. Mondays at Butter or Tuesdays at Rose Bar. As I travel in and enjoy many scenes, I answered the question as where you might find me on any given night. As has been pointed out constantly in the comments section, I am a flaming schizophrenic, so what I feel like doing one night might not apply a week later. That said, here are my choices, with explanations and alternatives for the left side of my brain.