Moving To Chelsea
Argh. Well I was away all July and August, as usual but I did mean to write something from my New Zealand outpost – especially when I recommended Two Fish Standing to a friend who was under stress and heard that they’d closed up. Closed up! Did not enough people know how wonderful it was to have these Chinese masseurs who could take you without a long-booked appointment? (Do any of us know when we’re going to get stressed out?) You could have ten minutes or an hour. Or more. And they weren’t expensive. I’m sorry I didn’t shout out before: go to Two Fish Standing for a great massage! Too late now. They’re gone.
And then I meant to write something when I got back in September but we got this extraordinary news: after being on the list for 16 years, we were finally offered an apartment at Penn South. An apartment in Chelsea that is bigger and less expensive than the one we lived in on 47th Street. Yes I did say that. Lived in. Who could sneeze at such an offer? We have moved.
So what am I going to do? I love Hell’s Kitchen and I put this website together and obviously you like it too because so many of you visit it (even if you’re all too shy to take over this blog). I think I’m going to just potter along with the website until it takes off without me. At least I still visit Hell’s Kitchen. Came up last night to visit a friend who’s just moving to 50th Street: welcome Philip! And had a drink at a fine new fusion bar on 50th and Ninth (Epoque). Try it sometime. A lot of fancy drinks.
But anyway, join me here, too… The ‘hood is looking good but the blog is a sleeping dog?