Confession: Vic Pop made a frownie face today when I got the email from bloomspot featuring today’s deal at Le Cirque in NYC. Sad feelings about the fact the formal dining experience has been overhauled in the last five years and the fact that I could never really afford the old formal dining experience mingled together and showed up on my face for a sec.
It’s not like I spent my New York City evenings relaxing at the bar on East 58th Street after a long afternoon with my personal shopper at Barney’s. Years ago I fantasized about being the person that does that. And I kind of fell for the charm and obsessions of Sirio Maccioni in the HBO documentary Le Cirque: A Table in Heaven.
Can’t recall the last time or any time I’ve had interest in ordering the Chateaubriand for two. Anywhere. As good as the Wild Burgundy Escargot with gruyere gnocchi, pickled fiddleheads, and bottarga on their $92 per person Spring Discovery menu may be, this girl won’t be ordering it any time soon. Sure I love to put on my fancy shoes and have multiple waitstaff tend to my water needs, my cutlery needs, my wine needs, and my dessert cart needs. My warm hand towel with fresh lemon wedge needs are an entirely separate issue.
But it is 2011, and the truth is that I’d much rather sit with a group of friends at a Brooklyn cafe drinking beer brewed within five miles while eating jerky cured in a shaggy hipster’s Williamsburg den. So I think my frownie face today may be some sign of growing up, a sign of hanging onto the past, or whatever that fine line is between the two. Never thought a coupon could make me miss NYC, the most romantic city in the world, just a little bit more.