Porters New York: It’s been suggested that Porters is trying for a 1920s dining car thing. Okay, the place is narrow, but the coral-hued art deco look comes off more like the lobby of a middling hotel. Or, hey, a hotel bar. You know, the sorta place where you’d only drink if you were actually staying in the hotel. The lights are dim and the candles flicker, but something—maybe the icy bartender, maybe the Young Republicans, maybe the 40-somethings so obviously on a Match.com date—just kills the romance. On Sunday nights there’s live jazz upstairs. The garden is lovely, all stone walls and leafy green, but that’s only open in the summer. And you’d still have to deal with the less than friendly staff. |
