If you love New York, do not give L’Express your patronage. It’s patently unfriendly and unless you’re planning on having dinner or look as though you have won’t sweat forking over one month’s rent for a Tribeca loft for a restaurant tab, the plastic and rudely dismissive hosting staff will deny you a seat. It captures all of the ugly, corporate, market-driven, forces that are eroding the character and mystique of that New York of decades yore. The kind of New York that was filled with establishments that made an night out in New York the benchmark experience of “a night on the town.” [Read more...]
