File under: things that only happen in the Feinberg family.
Apparently my father gets his daily fix of artisanal organic single-origin wood roasted espresso from Play, the bar at the Museum of Sex.
There we were walking down 27th St and he’s chattering on about his “go to spot” and how it’s “blowing up,” when lo and behold we turn at this sign:
I mean, I get it Larry. You’re a Creative Director, a former Deadhead, a “cool dad.” But really?? For fucks sake, their website is http://www.willyouplaywith.us
Hey, turns out the man was right. This place is pretty fucking cool. Kudos Larry!
Industrial-chic cafe lounge by day:
Urban Daddy-lit den by night:
1 East 27th Street
between 5th and Madison
And while we’re on the subject, the Museum has some kind of sex meets camping exhibition currently installed called “Splendor in the Grass.”
“Splendor in the Grass transforms the Museum of Sex into an ‘erotic campground,’ inviting visitors to enter a complex immersive environment with five multisensory “camping tents,” completed by a campfire, log seats, and constantly-changing “sky.”
I see a Wet Hot American Summer: First Day of Camp Marathon (JULY 31ST!!!!!!) followed by a visit to “Splendor in the Grass” in some lucky date’s future . . .
Museum of Sex
233 Fifth Avenue
between 27th and 28th Street