If you have not seen the Highline, ignore me and go. It is an amazing new addition to New York. I am however a bit conflicted about it.
John and I, and our friends Cathy and Jeff went to visit the newly opened section on Tuesday evening. It was busy, a freeway of sorts. Beautiful planting and views of the City, but I have yet to relax up there. Maybe if I wasn't so hungry, it was way past dinnertime for me.
It seems more promenade than park to me.
And dare I say the design feels a little self-conscious. I don't love all of the swooshes, and references to movement.
I do love all of the remnants of NYC history, and the new views of West side architecture that it provides.
The new "lawn," is tiny. Not sure why they even tried.
And the birdhouses ... not a bird in sight.
Hey, I'm a critical New Yorker, and a design snob. The plantings steal the show.
I cant wait for it to settle in, to see what it becomes, how it really contributes to the City.
Starving, we ended the evening at the Fatty Crab.
Oy. Too cool for me. Loud music, small plates, and "... you are going to want to share everything (we will?), and all of the plates will come as the chef makes them in no particular order..." etc, etc.
I feel like my mother, but do you mean that you won't serve me a normal meal or you can't. Interesting Malaysian flavors, but I am yelling at my friends and making a mess. Eating with my hands, and the waiter could at least learn to pour water in the glass without spilling. Oh, and it was $80 a head.
Live and learn.