And today, we only know one place like that.
It’s Freds at Barneys New York, a third-floor respite from all that strenuous work you do in the other regions of that new Barneys, now open.
Let’s explain our own version of respite: it includes three-cheese pizzas with balsamic aged to scotch levels, fluffy grilled cheese with bacon and red onion jam, and spaghetti with minced clams, mussels, shrimp, scallops, octopus and squid braised in tomatoes, herbs and wine. In other words, our definition of respite is better than most.
To find this wonder, you’ll resist the urge to pick up one of the leather motorcycle jackets so lovingly arranged in the street-level windows, head straight for the third-floor menswear section and look for the thing that looks like this.
We understand if you pick up something leather on your way out.