Steve Cuozzo filed a review of the NoMad bros’ latest venture (from Will Guidara and Daniel Humm, the same bros who run Eleven Madison Park and NoMad Restaurant) in the New York Post today, and its most colorful bit by far profiles the schwaste-case diners and drinkers in line for the bathroom at Nomad Bar.
Writes Cuozzo in an otherwise glowing three-star review:
Sadly, the abundant pleasures might be lost on Slob Scourge clientele in need of the owners’ iron fist.
On Saturday, a bachelor party guy suffering an “episode” hogged one of the few precious unisex loos. From within: “Oagghaaad!”
“Ibuprofen,” begged a wobbly babe waiting her turn. “I have coke and Xanax,” a stranger offered. I saw neither, but I cringed over gross items left in the toilet by giggling women. Had I stumbled into a sleazy downtown club by accident?
We don’t know who to feel worse for this week — Steve for being subjected to New York City’s poshest food-enthusiasts or Mark Bittman for having a woman identify herself as “a foodie” while standing in the same room as Mark Bittman.
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