an evening at the ritz-carlton
it is not without good reason that nights out are typically not talked about on this little blog thing, as there are friends, pets, and personal details to protect, but this merits at least a few words.
last night with kath, i had the good fortune of going to an after work party hosted by a major pharma company - lily? pfizer? those purple pill people? it really doesn't matter. what is of consequence is that the tanqueray was free, and we chatted with some nice mba student types. i both pity them and wish them well. a career in finance? at a drug company? jesus.
from there, we proceeded downtown, where there was a tiny poodle to be walked and drinks [initially one. seriously] to be had at rise, a swanky, but nonetheless decent hotel bar at the ritz-carlton, battery park.
i'd not been there since our gala a few years ago, and it was nice to pretend to be an adult again, minus a tie. the area is fast becoming one of my favorite parts of the city, despite the fact that i could not afford to sleep on a bench in the park there. it's nice that the rich and poor are allowed to comingle, however.
as often happens these days, kath and i got to talking to a some complete strangers -- which are the best kind of strangers to talk to -- and learned that they were both from out of town AND one of them shared my name. how nice. while you might not think that a doctor of pharmacology and a finanical analyst would be the best people for folks like kath and i to hang out with, you would be dead wrong. i had a sinking feeling that they would insist on paying for everything, and as is often the case when i have that feeling, i was right.
be warned - drinks at the ritz come with price tags that make people accustomed to hanging out in beer gardens get into verbal altercations with bartenders. while i was fully prepared to pay my $10 for a glass of merlot, when you ask someone for "a nice chardonay" for your friend because they don't have pinot grigiot,you should not be given something that costs $18.
that's just rude.
that said, there are worse places to get ripped off.
two-and-a-half stars. three if they'd not let my dickie's pants wearing self to enter in the first place. brooklyn riff-raff.
last night with kath, i had the good fortune of going to an after work party hosted by a major pharma company - lily? pfizer? those purple pill people? it really doesn't matter. what is of consequence is that the tanqueray was free, and we chatted with some nice mba student types. i both pity them and wish them well. a career in finance? at a drug company? jesus.
from there, we proceeded downtown, where there was a tiny poodle to be walked and drinks [initially one. seriously] to be had at rise, a swanky, but nonetheless decent hotel bar at the ritz-carlton, battery park.
i'd not been there since our gala a few years ago, and it was nice to pretend to be an adult again, minus a tie. the area is fast becoming one of my favorite parts of the city, despite the fact that i could not afford to sleep on a bench in the park there. it's nice that the rich and poor are allowed to comingle, however.
as often happens these days, kath and i got to talking to a some complete strangers -- which are the best kind of strangers to talk to -- and learned that they were both from out of town AND one of them shared my name. how nice. while you might not think that a doctor of pharmacology and a finanical analyst would be the best people for folks like kath and i to hang out with, you would be dead wrong. i had a sinking feeling that they would insist on paying for everything, and as is often the case when i have that feeling, i was right.
be warned - drinks at the ritz come with price tags that make people accustomed to hanging out in beer gardens get into verbal altercations with bartenders. while i was fully prepared to pay my $10 for a glass of merlot, when you ask someone for "a nice chardonay" for your friend because they don't have pinot grigiot,you should not be given something that costs $18.
that's just rude.
that said, there are worse places to get ripped off.
two-and-a-half stars. three if they'd not let my dickie's pants wearing self to enter in the first place. brooklyn riff-raff.
posted by quickstuff at 25.6.04
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