Taking The Plunge

On Friday night I joined some of the other interns from the museum for a birthday drinks gathering at a bar called Plunge, on the roof of the Gansevoort Hotel in the Meatpacking District. I’d been put off this venue having read the review in New York magazine (it’s hard to put a positive spin on the terms “over-priced”, “hellishly crowded” and “unbearable”), so I arrived expecting to find a plethora of sweaty bodies rubbing against each other to thudding music. So imagine my surprise to find the bar half-empty and The Pretenders playing. However, I’m sure Chrissie Hynde would have been as outraged as I was when my $16 glass of prosecco arrived in a plastic champagne flute. I struggled to take the place seriously after that. Nice views though.

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