Dear New York Restauranteurs:

Please put down your antlers!

On my way out of New York (say 2005) was the pinnacle of the beginning of the taxidermy craze. In fact, I would thank mostly Freemans Alley for this hip hunter lodge feel in that chilly F. Scott Fitzgerald  way mixed with a tucked away Adirondacks cabin vibe.  Taxidermy set with comfort food with candles and freshly picked meadow candles.

Now; it’s gone too far.

Certainly, it projects a wintery story with warm food and drink.  At this point, unless you are a Mohican, please put down the feathered duck and get one with things…a new look perhaps.  Right now; it’s too manufactured in a city overly manufactured. There I said it.