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Simyone Lounge: There are times we wonder why anyone bothers with "MePa" (we try not to). But, they say it's good to leave one's comfort zone once in a while, so, as instructed, we arrived at Simyone Lounge in hopes of sipping a cocktail or two, snapping a few fun photos and being regaled with a surprisingly chill place, a la the rooftop of The Standard just down the street. No such luck. Subjectivity was, is and always will be the game of the Meatpacking line, and Simyone seems hell bent on setting a new, er, standard in this regard. (Think Tenjune with 'roid rage). Once we shoved our way inside the Meatpacking pit, we tried to enjoy the overpriced drinks (though, for $17, your vodka soda comes with a slice of lemon), the "54" décor (sleek, futuristic railings!) and the overwhelming number of flâneurs (meaning the bottle-buying financiers and the mini-dress wearers who "love" them). But, after receiving enough elbowing to get someone a double-technical, we bounced. Leave this joint to the clueless celebrity stalkers—it's back to The Standard for us. |
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