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Do you think this is
what God intended when he had his loyal servants build him a church
in Manhattan? You know, pricey drinks and coke-snorting yuppies in
the toilet? Well, that's what this place certainly feels like, with
its Limelight-like surroundings and weird history as a Goth dance
club. I actually attended a private party there in the upstairs space,
high in the wooden beams of the former Baptist church. There was a
small bar with a choice of about four beers and plate after plate
of sushi rolls and some other finger foods--all of which were reasonably
decent. Unfortunately it was like six o'clock on a weeknight, so I
didn't get a chance to experience the usual crowd myself (Sharon Stone,
Michael Douglas and that other sexy lesbian chick were nowhere to
be found), but I have a feeling that the place is more silk open-throated
shirts and gold chains than glam model. There's an odd, washed-up
feeling about the huge joint with its multiple rooms and restaurants
and bars and dance club that looks to be trying to be everything to
everyone and ends up kinda sucking at all the way around. I'll never
turn down free beer and raw fish, but until that offer comes my way
again, I think Providence goes in the "avoid" pile. [MF]
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