Everyone is entitled to his opinion, including our social critic, Robert Joselow. Thus, we offer his list of signs that a restaurant may not be to his liking. We don’t necessarily agree with all of these points and have added our own comments. Feel free to put in your two cents.
Greenacre Park is a public oasis at 217 East 51 Street between Third and Second Avenues. Friends of this precious bit of natural elegance smack in the middle of the commericial hardscape oppose Mayor Bill de Blasio’s crusade to “upgrade” the zoning of Midtown East.
(Editor’s note: So do we. So should anyone who values quality of life in one of Manhattan’s most densely packed districts.)
We knew that life was good on Manhattan’s East Side. We now know that it is long, as well. And it’s not just Iris Apfel (pictured above), our indestructible, 95-year-old fashion icon. The city Department of Health just released data showing that residents of the Upper East Side and Murray Hill have the highest life expectancy in the city.
As a gentleman of three score plus years I came late to the frequent wearing of formal attire. The fact is there is a lot to like about tuxedo events. The inherent order and defined rules are comforting considering the contrast between the chaos outside and the order inside where mysterious canapés are being served on silver trays by cyborgs. This is from a guy whose choice of pants in the morning is dictated by the pair that already has the belt on.