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If the library at my
university or high school looked anything like this joint, maybe I
would have spent a little more time there. As it was, the place might
as well have been filled to the rafters with poop the way I stayed
away. Luckily, the Hudson Library Bar has way more wood than feces,
and tons more class than the industrial structures that made up the
architectural genius of the E.S.
Bird (which, ironically, was always lined with pigeons and their
droppings) and Seeley
G. Mudd libraries. I'm going to go ahead and assume the Dewey
Decimal System never saw the light of day in this faux version at
the Hudson hotel, but it's nice to think that someone somewhere thought
that people might actually enjoy hanging out in an environment with
cushy chairs and non-fluorescent lighting. While the space itself
is pretty cool, with its two or three-story ceiling and wrap-around
balcony (complete with books and stuff), calling this a bar is kind
of a stretch. The drink service is more like one of those roll-up
wedding kiosks than an actual bar bar. There isn't a thing on tap,
and the bottled beer is limited. There is a pool table, though, which
makes the place seem a little more like a drinking establishment than
the fancy-pants Starbucks that it ends up being. Apparently there
are even computers hanging out somewhere in the place. Our little
group hunkered down by the big fireplace, sitting on ottomans and
what I can only think were African drums that we probably shouldn't
have been squatting on. If you happen to work nearby, this really
is a pretty mellow and comfortable place to go to discuss that job
offer you're considering or coup you're planning. [MF]
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