"after the pandemic that new yorker catches for so many reasons, metrographs reopening is an urgently needed reminder of the joys of going out. here it is right. an unmarried cocktail is distilled here civilisation. eating is very, very good (if not transcendent); the service attentive, but not clog, and the vibe on-point, but not trendy. the steaktar counts among gothan's best. there is however a wide golf between the service in the upper floor in the commissar (professional and knowing) and down at the door (not helpful and limitless.) it feels like two different places. simply keep the absurdities of the doorman and know that when they make it up, everything will be right. but, management, if they read this, who should always train train trains in the upper floor also below."
