Zuccotti Park is not a restaurant, night club, art gallery or fashion show, but that won't stop culture writers from trying to convince us otherwise. In today's New York Times, for instance, nightlife columnist Sarah Maslin Nir decides to spend her night at Zuccotti Park, but finds that it isn't such an awesome scene. She reports:
[I]t seemed incumbent upon Nocturnalist to check out what has arguably become a hot new nightspot. (It was a decision we regretted somewhat as the knee socked us again, and then again, in the dark. The couple in the doublewide sleeping bag next to us, we realized with a jolt, may not have been sleeping.)
Well, we can cross "nightclub" off the list. With that failed experiment in mind, let's move on to other things Occupy Wall Street is not.
Today, New York Post restaurant critic Steve Cuozzo gives "Chez Zuccotti" as the headline terms it, the full-on review treatment, and, not surprisingly, Chez Zuccotti gets only mixed reviews:
Things started out on a feeble note with organic chicken soup with root vegetables, parsley, rosemary and thyme. The protesters better not count on it to whip a cold: the broth was thin and promptly began to separate.
But the kitchen rallied with a hearty salad of roasted beets, aged Tome Bergere sheep’s-milk cheese and chimichurri sauce with a dash of garlic.
That's actually somewhat better than you might expect for an outdoor, leaderless movement. After all, it's a protest, not a restaurant.