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I feel a bit pedophile-ish
having drinks in this joint. After all, it sounds like a New York
City public school and not some semi-swanky lounge in this non-neighborhood
that passes for Murray Hill. It had the kind of personality of an
upscale sports bar, or fancy-pants hotel bar. I don’t know,
something about the scale of the place was all off. It was just a
too cavernous to be cozy, and just a little too sterile to be somewhere
that you’d tell friends to meet you. It had a decidedly out-of-towner
feeling about it. My thought is that they do a lot of group parties,
as the space is certainly big enough for it, and there’s no
real need for anyone to come to this part of town unless they’re
staying in a hotel nearby, or are congregating with a group that plans
to stay here all night for an all-you-can-drink reserved party. The
lighting, banquets and bowling-alley-length front bar (with the requisite
lighted wall o’ booze opposite) is certainly nice to look at,
but, like a bad script where you can practically see the actors reading
the script as they’re reciting their lines, the decor and architecture
feel almost too thought out and too generically upscale to feel genuine
in any way. We stopped by prior to going to dinner with a couple other
friends and sat up front at high tables (the whole place was somehow
reserved for later), and were served decent drinks by a barmaid that
literally had no other customers to serve. I seem to recall a bowl
of snacks on our table as well, which is such a simple way to keep
me coming back to a bar. Granted, there is very little chance I’ll
ever find myself in this place again, unless we feel like another
cheese explosion at Artisanal,
but you could do worse if you find yourself in this wasteland. At
least you’ll have plenty of room to roam, and some pretty walls
to stare at. [MF]
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