You know how I feel about the vile
Meatpacking District. By this time, I've surely broadcasted my vehement disdain for this place everytime a friend reprimands me for having flaked-out on some group event. Invariably, I say "
but the friggin' Meatpacking District totally sucks" and somehow feel vindicated in not having shown up to someone's birthday party. I mean...
I'm sorry I didn't make it to your Grandma's wake but it was in the MPD and that makes it suck. And its way far west. And it comprises the
most pretentious and ostentatiously vacuous stretch of clubs and eateries this side of Hollywood Blvd. No wait, even the
Chateau Marmont is more down to earth than the godforsaken MPD! (And believe me, I know... in college we tried to sneak in there). Which is why I was elated when
Gawker started their
Rancid: How the Meatpacking District Went Bad expose series. It's about time the world knew! Thank you, Jessica Coen!! In your final days as the arbiter of all things judgemental, you have created your most lasting legacy: The Meatpacking District Pledge. I have already committed this pledge to heart and will cite it immediately upon any occasion whereas I am asked to go there. You should too. Because its totally the most bogus neighborhood in New York City. Fuck you, Keith McNally, I choose your pricey brioche at
Balthazar, not Pastis! Oh yeah, and Spice Market is totally 2002. Get over it.
You know how I feel about the vile Meatpacking District. By this time, I've surely broadcasted my vehement disdain for this place everytime a friend reprimands me for having flaked-out on some group event. Invariably, I say "but the friggin' Meatpacking District totally sucks" and somehow feel vindicated in not having shown up to someone's birthday party. I mean... I'm sorry I didn't make it to your Grandma's wake but it was in the MPD and that makes it suck. And its way far west. And it comprises the most pretentious and ostentatiously vacuous stretch of clubs and eateries this side of Hollywood Blvd. No wait, even the Chateau Marmont is more down to earth than the godforsaken MPD! (And believe me, I know... in college we tried to sneak in there). Which is why I was elated when Gawker started their Rancid: How the Meatpacking District Went Bad expose series. It's about time the world knew! Thank you, Jessica Coen!! In your final days as the arbiter of all things judgemental, you have created your most lasting legacy: The Meatpacking District Pledge. I have already committed this pledge to heart and will cite it immediately upon any occasion whereas I am asked to go there. You should too. Because its totally the most bogus neighborhood in New York City. Fuck you, Keith McNally, I choose your pricey brioche at Balthazar, not Pastis! Oh yeah, and Spice Market is totally 2002. Get over it.
It can't be worse than Murray Hill.....can it????
Posted by
Anonymous |
12:34 PM
and to think, i used to venture into those parts...a long time ago...well not that long mebbe 2000? Can't step foot in there no mores...and i don't wanna! caca!
Posted by
floozigrl |
6:06 PM
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