In an alternate universe, Trump is still posted up in a gilded tower creating reality television, my
neighbor isn’t an 80-year old crank who complains about music after 8pm and this Memorial Day weekend
would be perfect for rosé on a yacht’s sunny rooftop.
But hey, that’s just not the universe we live in.
We do, however, live in a world where this tragically ideal boat is sitting pretty up on Pier 81, just waiting for the day you choose to visit, oh-so-soon.
So file away a place called Hudson’s: a three-story yacht for Mediterranean, dancing, and rooftop hangs, now open.
When the time is right, you’ll find yourself with a date in the bright, colorful, sort of ’70s throwback dining room, surrounded by plates of black truffle burrata, wild mushroom parpardalle and olive gremolata-topped branzino. Or maybe you’ll find yourself early evening on the expansive rooftop sipping something full of rum, pear and mint. Could also be a Sunday afternoon doing bottomless mimosa brunch with a group of people you like doing such things with. It all depends on when said time is right.
No matter, here’s where it’ll all go down.
But hey, that’s just not the universe we live in.
We do, however, live in a world where this tragically ideal boat is sitting pretty up on Pier 81, just waiting for the day you choose to visit, oh-so-soon.
So file away a place called Hudson’s: a three-story yacht for Mediterranean, dancing, and rooftop hangs, now open.
When the time is right, you’ll find yourself with a date in the bright, colorful, sort of ’70s throwback dining room, surrounded by plates of black truffle burrata, wild mushroom parpardalle and olive gremolata-topped branzino. Or maybe you’ll find yourself early evening on the expansive rooftop sipping something full of rum, pear and mint. Could also be a Sunday afternoon doing bottomless mimosa brunch with a group of people you like doing such things with. It all depends on when said time is right.
No matter, here’s where it’ll all go down.
