College.
The best years of your life were fueled by the kind of food that may no longer actually qualify as food to you.
Yet imagine the possibility if—and we're just spitballing here—instead of vaguely identifiable meatstuffs, your college dining hall served artisanal cheese plates, tuna tartar, Kobe meatballs and, yes, kamikazes by the pitcher...
Introducing Hudson Hall, a luxurious, boozy take on the college dining hall experience, open for fraternity-style dining and cocktailing, at this very moment.
You'll find the Hall just off the lobby of the Hudson Hotel, and decked out pretty much how you might expect it would be: vast spaces, high ceilings, dark wood, brick walls, long wooden tables and the vague, preppy whiff of aristocracy floating about.
And this is the point at which you'll grab a red plastic tray, make your way through the food stations (entrée, appetizer, dessert) and end up at the center of the action: a bank of communal tables where you'll sit with your braised pork belly, miniature crab salad hoagies and SpaghettiOs, prepared to wash it all down with a lemon drop in either shot, cocktail or pitcher form (yes, the possibilities are endless).
And if you needed another reason to order that third woo woo pitcher, or fifth can of Bud, they'll be screening World Cup games on a 360-degree, wraparound TV projection system.
Which may be slightly larger than the one that was in your dorm room.
The best years of your life were fueled by the kind of food that may no longer actually qualify as food to you.
Yet imagine the possibility if—and we're just spitballing here—instead of vaguely identifiable meatstuffs, your college dining hall served artisanal cheese plates, tuna tartar, Kobe meatballs and, yes, kamikazes by the pitcher...
Introducing Hudson Hall, a luxurious, boozy take on the college dining hall experience, open for fraternity-style dining and cocktailing, at this very moment.
You'll find the Hall just off the lobby of the Hudson Hotel, and decked out pretty much how you might expect it would be: vast spaces, high ceilings, dark wood, brick walls, long wooden tables and the vague, preppy whiff of aristocracy floating about.
And this is the point at which you'll grab a red plastic tray, make your way through the food stations (entrée, appetizer, dessert) and end up at the center of the action: a bank of communal tables where you'll sit with your braised pork belly, miniature crab salad hoagies and SpaghettiOs, prepared to wash it all down with a lemon drop in either shot, cocktail or pitcher form (yes, the possibilities are endless).
And if you needed another reason to order that third woo woo pitcher, or fifth can of Bud, they'll be screening World Cup games on a 360-degree, wraparound TV projection system.
Which may be slightly larger than the one that was in your dorm room.
