The Scene
Down a dark, shadowy alley just off Bowery, the handsome, scruffy-faced men and understatedly glamorous women of the Lower East Side gather to drink wine, crowding around antique wood tables. Worn plank floors and painted cement walls fit with moose, elk and other assorted taxidermy, giving the place a quirky edge, as do the tattoed, waifish servers who are also professional and expedient...
Translation: hedge fund managers with their secretary girlfriends, ad agency account execs who need to be on the "cutting edge," and wall street bond brokers who feel they should be hipper than they actually are...
Scuze-me my while I whip this out....sometimes it's impotent foe me ta review my x-list of eaterees....let's see...hmmmm....whilst I review my high-class rib-shack do-not-eat list:
1) Billy Ray's coon&possum soup n' stuff
2) Mid-Town Chickenfeets & Grits
3) Freemman's NYC... (Freeman's a bit on the po side.....)