Manhattan in our time
Manhattan Twentysomething Douchebags, Perfectly Encapsulated
In a New Yorker review of Bar Martignetti (which we’d previously
nominated as our inaugural Douchebag Restaurants Hall of Fame
entrant), we couldn’t help but notice how they’d perfectly
encapsulated not just the restaurant, but all Manhattan
twentysomething douchebags.
“The venue is perfectly pitched to a late-twenties crowd that seems
as standardized as the setting. He: financial services, gym, bed
head, shirt undone to second button, a beer, steak frites. She:
publicity, tanning bed, ‘blond,’ chunky belt slung to one side,
specialty cocktail, chicken salad.”
Yeah, that sounds about right. The rest–she lives in the West
Village, he lives “near Union Square,” they both grew up in the
suburbs and wear $200 jeans, etc. etc.–is implied.