You have contingency plans in place for weather like this.
Usually they involve your apartment, a delivery man named Edgar and the finest reclusive sweat suits money can buy.
But that was yesterday. Today, you’ll add a new amendment.
One that accounts for a bright, warm, 5,000-square-foot grassy knoll of eternal spring in Nolita.
Welcome to the sunny and 73-degree world of Park Here, an indoor alternative to Central Park in January, where you’ll relax on the grass during the day, and dine with a movie on the lawn during the night, open this very moment.
After the Great Pyramids, the Roman Colosseum and the shark submarine, this artificial habitat might just stand as man’s greatest creation: shade trees, picnic benches, sprawling green fields and the soothing ambient sounds of Now That’s What I Call Bird Chirping #7, all moved indoors for your temperature-controlled satisfaction.
It’s the kind of place you’ll retreat to for a clandestine midday nap, a gentlemen’s game of bocce (that means no biting) and a lobster roll from Luke’s Lobster, who, along with Mexicue, are there to sate your bocce hunger on the weekends.
And because UrbanDaddy loves nature (defined as drinking champagne on lawns, of course), we’ll be running the park come nightfall. Expect movie/dinner nights curated by our editors, an open bar and five-course picnic baskets by the likes of Daniel Boulud, The Little Owl, The Fat Radish and Nobu. Also, fireworks.
Of the figurative sense, that is.
Usually they involve your apartment, a delivery man named Edgar and the finest reclusive sweat suits money can buy.
But that was yesterday. Today, you’ll add a new amendment.
One that accounts for a bright, warm, 5,000-square-foot grassy knoll of eternal spring in Nolita.
Welcome to the sunny and 73-degree world of Park Here, an indoor alternative to Central Park in January, where you’ll relax on the grass during the day, and dine with a movie on the lawn during the night, open this very moment.
After the Great Pyramids, the Roman Colosseum and the shark submarine, this artificial habitat might just stand as man’s greatest creation: shade trees, picnic benches, sprawling green fields and the soothing ambient sounds of Now That’s What I Call Bird Chirping #7, all moved indoors for your temperature-controlled satisfaction.
It’s the kind of place you’ll retreat to for a clandestine midday nap, a gentlemen’s game of bocce (that means no biting) and a lobster roll from Luke’s Lobster, who, along with Mexicue, are there to sate your bocce hunger on the weekends.
And because UrbanDaddy loves nature (defined as drinking champagne on lawns, of course), we’ll be running the park come nightfall. Expect movie/dinner nights curated by our editors, an open bar and five-course picnic baskets by the likes of Daniel Boulud, The Little Owl, The Fat Radish and Nobu. Also, fireworks.
Of the figurative sense, that is.
