Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Une humble retraite
Don't you think the Met needs to open a little bar, maybe where the gallery on the southeast corner is? Just a little lounge of sorts for the people who aren't quite ready to rush out the door and go home? Much more informal than the restaurant, you understand, just somewhere dim you could sidle up to a Campari or something comparably suggestive of banter and commiserate or revel as appropriate? Thing is, once you're out the door it's either the 1 train or the $25 pizza at Fiorello's, it feels like, especially during these drear months. Oh hey maybe there could be horrible theme drinks like milk punch after Butterfly. Oh dear, maybe not. I'll just have the whiskey.