NYC EATS and DRINKS - Part One

W is for What?

Ok so the drinks at the W were overpriced but the company and the people watching were the equivelent of a floor show. There was the pint size woman in the Jackie O glasses and turban stomping to and fro and the young woman with the thick southern drawl who sounded like she had lost her way to an off Broadway production of Sweet Bird of Youth. "Oh, Skippa" she sighed breathlessly to my husband, "Would you be a darlin and mind our table while I slip outside for a cigg?" and of course the out of work actor/model waitress who seemed barely interested in bringing us drinks. We were practically sitting on the floor on our leather clad preschool furniture and she was going to put us in a timeout for asking ....for anything.

After a while my husband was engrossed in conversation with our new aquaintance and my college friend and I dished about the past...after we parted company with the magazine editor we all admitted that the din at the W prevented us from hearing many parts of the conversation. But the W is a slice of life if you want to see loads of black clad industry types trying to look like they don't care....about anything.