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    One Awful Douche-Bar Down, Thousands More to Go

    G Spa—the tiny, dank club in the basement of the Meatpacking District's Hotel Gansevoort—is closing on Saturday. It was a celeb-magnet and a dreadful place. It will not be missed. (We voted it the Worst of Nightlife back in 2006—"You'd just be drinking $15 cocktails in a sauna, crammed into an incredibly tiny space, and trying not to pass out from the smell of chlorine.") The entire Gansevoort Hotel is vulgar and gross, but G Spa actively insulted our intelligence, arrogantly testing clubgoers' patience by making them feel like they should want to party in a humid spa. As Down By the Hipster put it, the club "holds an important place in the history of the Meatpacking district, in that it proved that for a time, no matter what you opened there, people would come." Hopefully those days are waning. Check out the magic you missed out on: More »
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    Meatpacking District Quarantine Plan

    Once, homey French bistro Florent was a beacon of light in a somewhat dangerous 1980s Meatpacking district, where transsexual prostitutes roamed for tricks and nightlife kids flipped out on drugs and weird sex. Those freaks were our people. (This type of old-timer moaning is as old as the district itself.) Gradually, the neighborhood was zombified to the point where Florent was the only good place to go—the rest of the neighborhood was infected by a plague of boutiques, lame restaurants, bridge-and-tunnel nightclubs, and the Hotel Gansevoort. Today, smug Brits drunk off the power of the pound sterling migrate to the membership-only Soho House, while women from Jersey get trapped by their stilettos in the cobblestoned streets. Lumbering SUVs threaten everyone, and the only weirdos are the ones hanging out at the W. 14th Street Apple Store at midnight. With Florent's recent closing, there's no reason to go the neighborhood at all. Protect yourself! Here is a Meatpacking District "no-go zone" of areas you should avoid after dark. It's time to seal it off, and do what we can to save the rest of the city. (Click for our special map!)
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    Trends in Clubland: Now with Preparation H!

    We learn alternate uses for ordinary household products practically every day, it seems. More words of wisdom from Rob the Bouncer, author of Clublife: Preparation H, the hemorrhoid treatment, is making the rounds as the hot new product to rub on your chest. (It makes dudes look "ripped.") Amazingly, the dudes doing this are straight. Less amazingly, they come from Jersey and thereabouts and party in the Meatpacking District. Says a manager of a Long Island CVS drugstore about the trend, "I don't give a shit what these slapdicks are using it for. I wish they'd stay out of my fucking life." More »
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    Meatpacking Deathwatch: Florent, For Reals

    Much-beloved neighborhood-y French bistro (and after-hours tranny hangout) Florent is on the market, after months of rumors. The rent on the last relic of the old Meatpacking District has been raised from $6,000 to 'bout $58,000. Per month. "No steak frites joint in the city could afford that kind of rent in today's Meatpacking District. Come May, if a buyer is found at all, it's going to be retail, and it's going to be high end," Eater predicts.
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    The Last Days of the Meatpacking District

    The obituary of the old Meatpacking District has been written before. Now it's really time! The last vestige of the neighborhood, no-nonsense French bistro Florent, may be going the way of defunct club Mother and the transsexual prostitutes that used to ply their trade on its cobblestone sidestreets. A neighborhood fixture long before it was, you know, the Meatpacking DistrictEater reports that Florent's days are numbered. The restaurant's vibe is best remembered in the words of Past, Over: "writers and actors and artists and drag-queens and whomever the hell else [they] see fit enough to serve up the right food with the right 'tude." Owner Florent Morellet says he's optimistic, however, because "I believe the world economy will collapse and so might the real estate prices in the neighborhood." Uh-oh. What's going on? More »
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    Pissed Publicists Spurned At Last Night's 'In Touch' Party!

    In Touch Weekly's fifth anniversary party and obligatory afterparty went down last night at Tenjune in the Meatpacking. We hear a bunch of folks didn't even make it in the door. A publicist of our acquaintance says: "A bunch of us—from television, film, lifestyle brands, hotels, personal reps—were in line for 2+ hours and never let in while the bouncer 'Alex' at Tenjune let his friends (AKA emaciated underage girls) in. They turned away a reporter from The New York Times but let in Ben Widdicomb from the New York Daily News.... I mean, Tenjune is over, they are lucky the party was there and it looked like a hot spot for the night. And we all collectively agreed that we will not buy the magazine ever again or give our projects or celebs to them. We'd rather go to Life & Style! Seriously." Well, that'll be easy, since they have the same editor!
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    Past, Over: Florent

    Rod Townsend (aka our commenter Momo), sometimes receives telephone calls from The Past, a mysterious entity that remembers where things used to be in New York before Starbucks and Whole Foods came to town. More »
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    Meatpacking Billboard Battle Rages On

    From one theater of war to another: The battle for the soul (hahahaha, sorry, give us a minute) of the Meatpacking District is being waged as fiercely as ever. The Villager updates on the state of the conflict:
    [A]pproximately 10 in the Meatpacking District... no longer take reservations from the Hotel Gansevoort. Keith McNally, owner of the restaurant Pastis, started the boycott in response to the hotel's recently erected billboard frame, which stretches eight stories high on Hudson St. and will hold ads measuring 1,200 and 670 square feet.
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    McNally v. Gansevoort: A Fight "To The Grave"!

    More news on that whole Meatpacking District vs. Hotel Gansevoort billboard story! Someone on the inside says a number of local businesses will join Keith McNally in the boycott of reservations coming from the Hotel Gansevoort because of the hotel's hideous billboard. Last week, a meeting of local business owners convened, hosted by McNally, that included David Rabin of Lotus, folks from The Waverly Inn and 5 Ninth, and most likely The Spotted Pig's Ken Friedman, to compare notes and mock the owner of the Gansevoort. More »
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    Hotel Gansevoort's Billboard Destroying Natural Beauty of Meatpacking District

    It's not just restaurateur Keith McNally who's upset with the Hotel Gansevoort and the giant billboard it erected. Neighborhood residents are getting into the act as well. After the jump, a few of the distinctly unkind comments left on the travel site Trip Advisor. More »
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    Keith McNally: At War With The Gansevoort Hotel

    Hot Meatpacking action! A well-placed source alerts us to the ire of Balthazar, Schiller's and Pastis owner Keith McNally:
    The Gansevoort put up a fugly billboard that McNally and the some of the meatheat district business owners are not taking kindly to. Haven't seen it for myself, but apparently it's awful, and if you think the Jersey trash is bad there now [We do! -Ed.], wait until you can see that fucker across the Hudson, not to mention the abominations that could go up in its wake. So McNally is having his reservationists say the following when the Gansevoort concierges - all totally sycophantic asshats, by the way - call Pastis: "I'm sorry, but we've been instructed not to take reservations from your hotel in protest against the billboard on Hudson Street."
    And we've just heard the same from inside Balthazar. Will Gansevoort owner William Achenbaum tear down this billboard before some dipshit gets hurt? More »
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    Team Party Crash: Icons of the Meatpacking District @ Theory

    Being the fiends for misery that we are, an event called "Icons of the Meatpacking District" suggested too much loathing for us to resist. Imagining a grotesque orgy of models, bottles, striped shirts, pointy cowboy boots, doormen and cocaine, BWE's Alex Blagg and his camera-wielding pal Nina Westervelt steeled their souls and ventured deep into the dark waters of Theory hoping to capture this spectacle and claim it for science. Unfortunately, all they managed to find was a who's who of who cares. Take a gander through our gallery and enjoy the meatiness of it all. More »
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    Meatpacking District De-Markt

    It's fun how the Meatpacking District is already experiencing rollover from one objectionable set of properties to another even more objectionable set. Markt, the restaurant on 9th Avenue and 14th Street, was moderately heinous in its own right — and yet the joint seemed a model of tasteful restraint compared to its newer Meatpacking neighbors. As expected though, the establishment was kicked to the curb on January 1, and now the construction drapes are up to hide the gutting and refurbishment into an Urban Outfitters or something. How's that piazza going, anyway? More »
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    High Art Comes to Meatpacking District

    With the Dia Art Foundation dropping out, uptown's Whitney Museum of American Art has jumped to grab the new location right in the ass end of the Meatpacking District. The new space at Gansevoort and Washington will technically be a "satellite museum," even though it will be considerably larger than the original Whitney. And since it will serve as one end of the constructivating High Line elevated park (pictured), one could conceivably walk there from Chelsea without ever setting foot in the Meatpacking hellmouth. Just imagine — rather than drunken jerkoffs screaming at you from a Hummer limo, you can pay admission to watch projected videos of angry homeless men screaming at you from bathtubs full of crude oil. At least the museum should reliably produce some more tasteful T-shirts. More »
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    And Thus, MePa Begat Eighth Street, and God Said It Was Good

    The stretch of Eighth Street between 5th and 6th avenues has long been populated by cheesy shoe stores and other seedy establishments, and local media outlets have long looked to the "what the hell is up with Eighth Street?" story as a reliable chestnut during a slow news week. The Times takes the bait today, reporting that the street's landlords would like to bring more restaurants to the block to replace the now-empty storefronts. As much as we'd like see a nice boite or two to complement Gray's Papaya on the corner, we fear that the strategy may be a bit misguided:
    Although landlords may be hoping that West Eighth Street's fortunes turn around quickly, Mr. Lagnese is taking a more long-run view. The transformation of the meatpacking district, a once-gritty Manhattan industrial neighborhood that is now flush with hip restaurants, did not happen overnight, he said.
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    Mario Batali Prefers Big, Hairy, and Hung

    The landlords are little bald men with small penises who live in Greenwich. We're never going to leave, and they're never going to come in my restaurant.
    That's superchef Mario Batali, talking about the Meatpacking District's Del Posto and his ongoing dispute with the space's landlords. So OK, one can understand Batali's dismissal of "little" and even "bald" (though he's fated to lose that battle himself), and any man who advocates penis pistol-whipping and dropping in on Courtney Love might also disrespect the small wang. But "live in Greenwich"? Does Mario know that's the hometown of his resto co-owner Joseph Bastianich? And Bastianich is indeed bald. Draw your own conclusions. More »
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    Breaking: Bar Serves Drinks

    The NYC health department released neighborhood-level statistical reports yesterday, and Greenwich-Soho-Tribeca took the prize for highest rate (23%) of binge drinking (defined as five or more drinks in one sitting, or what we like to call "lunch"). The New York Post immediately dispatched a correspondent to the Hog Pit in the Meatpacking District (or what they like to call "the uber-hip Meatpacking District"). And yes, it turns out this bar is, in fact, one of those bars that serves alcoholic beverages. Not only does binge drinking consist of a paltry five drinks, but you only need to have engaged in such once within the last month to make it into the stats. Such unseemly imbibing is not tolerated at the Hog Pit, as "anyone interested in bingeing should go elsewhere." The bartender says they "definitely cut people off," and she says it "sternly." Consider yourself on notice, B&T crowd. More »
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    Meatpacking District Beautification Plan

    Streetsblog details a laudable but doomed effort to improve the dead center nexus of the Meatpacking District by converting the confluence of Little West 12th Street, Gansevoort Street, and 9th Avenue into a "piazza." The project involves dedicating existing streetspace to delivery, hotel pickup, and parking lanes, all of which would be promptly filled with taxis (even the sidewalk cafe space). The plan's admirable in its intentions, but the little triangular plaza that serves as the centerpiece looks particularly unappetizing (unless you're a fan of sucking down auto exhaust with your app & bev). On the other hand, we approve of the prototype t-shirt pictured here, sent in by an anonymous reader and modeled by a pair of unsuspecting Meatpacking honeys. That, friends, is the past, present, and inescapable future of the neighborhood in question. More »
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    Team Party Crash: James Blunt Afterparty @ Bed

    Last night, Intern Heather, Wingwoman Kate, and erstwhile Gawker videographer Richard Blakeley hit the "Target Red Room," a.k.a. Meatpacking District lounge Bed, for an afterparty dedicated to English pop crooner James Blunt. The attendees included the "Beautiful" (and by "Beautiful", we mean "greasy as fuck") Blunt himself, some cast members from Blue States Lose: The Musical, and a bunch of sluts. The result is the video above, featuring more tard-dancing than ever collected in one clip, plus an ample photo gallery (with captions, even!) of various unsavory characters. Abandoned on the cutting room floor was footage of Blunt crying tears of grease over the fact that partygoers (especially the Gawker Intern and her trusty sidekick jumping spastically on the bed) enjoyed Toni Basil waaaaay more than his craptastic album. Heavy hangs the head that wears the crown of specious hipster fame.
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    Remainders: Carmen Electra Keeps Fatties Away From Meatpacking District

    • And so the Meatpacking District continues to burn: tomorrow night, Level V hosts a party for NV, the "beauty enhancing diet pill" currently being hawked by Carmen Electra. How appropriately gauche. [Animal] More »
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    Meatpacking District Drag Queen High-Heel Beatdown

    Attention Carter boys, this is how it's done. Last week, marginally legendary drag queen Flotilla DeBarge got involved in a scrap with two patrons at the Meatpacking District's Apt., which is desperately referred to as "a West Village club" in said article. Witnesses claim DeBarge didn't start the fight, but she finished it with interest, trouncing the offending seat-grabbing man and his date with her high-heeled shoes. DeBarge — perhaps most widely known for impersonating Star Jones on an anti-fur PETA calendar — reportedly spent the week at Rikers, but may have been released on bail by Friday. She joins Suzetta as another vintage-era Meatpacking habitu now finding the neighborhood less than commodious. Join Mickey Rourke in boycotting! More »
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    Rancid: That's Good, That's Bad

    So, our campaign against the Meatpacking District has borne fruit, but is it the fruit of knowledge or the fruit of the poisonous tree? Two recent events leave us in a bit of a quandary. More »
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    Rancid: The Ideal Meatpacking District

    Over the course of our weeklong Meatpacking District cluster-klatch, we've outlined the problem, filled in the history, and outlined our case against quite a few of the worst local offenders. There's not much left of the old Meatpacking District, and what's left in its place today may not be that pretty to look at. Nevertheless, join us in contemplating the Meatpacking District that once was and could be again, merging our own hopes and dreams with demands sent in by readers. Fully annotated retro-futurist map after the jump. More »
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    Principal Hells: Nightlife's Worst

    When considering all the assorted tragedies that have set up shop in the Meatpacking District, it's nearly impossible to assemble them in a rank and file from bad to abhorrent. They're all bad, they're all filled with overly slick playas and faux-empowered hobags. So rather than enumerate all the things worth hating, we're instead focusing on what comes to mind as the four most offensive, neighborhood-iconic, and ridiculous venues: One, Level V, PM, and G-Spa — the four horsemen's stables, if you will. More »
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    Behind Enemy Lines: Meatpacking District Remainders

    So we're wondering, vis- -vis the MPD, what's left? What holdouts remain from the pre-Florent era when everything started going to hell? We've taken a look around; after the jump, the surprising results. More »
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    Meatpacking District: Land of the Bouncers

    There are few more thankless job than door control in the Meatpacking District, but among them is attempting to interview bouncers and doormen in the Meatpacking District. Some are actually quite friendly, while others are friendly in the "I will break your shit" way. Observe the reactionary gamut from cheerful chatting to hunter-killer mode when nightlife enforcers are confronted with the camera. More »
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    The Meatpacking District Avoidance Pledge

    As part of this week's anti-service journalism work, we're providing a handy print, sign, 'n' save Meatpacking District Avoidance Pledge for you and all your friends. We're hoping that most of you instinctively abide by this pledge anyway, perhaps even more religiously than the terms we describe. Nevertheless, it's good, positively negative reinforcement for those who are still on the fence, unsure of just how bad it really is down there, or without a brain in their heads. After the jump, examine and enjoy. More »
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    The "Ladies" of the Meatpacking District

    Sure, we could show you hours of B-roll depicting Jersey girls staggering over the Meatpacking District's cobblestones on unfeasible heels. OK, maybe we'll show you a little bit of that. There's the doll who shouts, "I don't smoke, I'm famous!", and the chicks swarming the utterly superfluous and yet ever-present NYFD fire truck on 9th Avenue ("Crowd control," muttered one fireman when asked why they were there, his eyes following a bevy of passing short skirts). Perhaps most compelling is "Suzetta," the "58-year-old Vietnam veteran" cross-dresser, and her handler, Jimmy. Suzetta was denied entrance to various Meatpacking bars due to leaving her ID at home. Still, she was quite willing to borrow Jimmy's van and our various nubile interns, for purposes best left unexplored on a family website.
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    Principal Hells: Land of the Rooftop Pools

    Though the cobblestone streets house all sorts of horrors, the District of Packed Meat extends upwards as well. High above the teeming masses of tight-shirted young men and gum-snapping women there is another sort of Meatpacking District: the rooftop pools. In what can only be described as a feat of "hey they did it, so will we" design, both Soho House and the Hotel Gansevoort boast rooftop pools, right across the street from one another. Funny, considering their target guest is the type who'd rather drink lighter fluid than spend a moment baking in the heated squalor of Manhattan in the summertime. More »
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    Principal Hells: Del Posto, Craftsteak, Buddakan

    Glitz. Glamour. Grease. These are the three elements essential to a restaurant's success in the horrific environment that is the Meatpacking District. After the jump, we look at three of the more ostentatious examples of fine dining chez MPD. More »
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    Meatpacking District: With Tragedy Comes Hope

    It might not have technically occurred in the hellish heart of the Meatpacking District, but after having spent this week bemoaning a neighborhood drowning in hair gel, it's nice to see that the area's gritty glory days aren't forever lost: More »
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    Meatpacking District Locals Shout-Out

    Oh hey, perhaps we're being too hard on the Meatpacking District as a hive of tourists. We're sure that lots of locals still hang out there, right? So what if they're from France, Italy, and/or Texas. New York is all about the melting pot. Good thing, as the only actual New Yorker we found on a night of crawling the neighborhood was a tranny who couldn't get into the Hog Pit. More »
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    Meatpacking District: The New Flesh

    You may recall that we kicked off our little foray into assassinating the Meatpacking District with a simple map of the area. One thing that always amazes us is how small the neighborhood is — just a handful of blocks really, but such concentrated evil. That said, and despite all rumors to the contrary, our mission here at Gawker is ultimately redemptive. Sure, we're trying to dissuade those people who still swarm the Meatpacking District from ever doing so again, and there's a certain appeal in the idea of quarantining it behind high walls and razor wire, cutting it adrift from Manhattan, paving it over with creosote, etc. But surely there are more constructive solutions. More »
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    Markt for Death

    In response to this week's spate of Meatpacking District bashing, a reader writes:
    Moved there when it was a nice, desolate neighborhood with polite drug dealers. Now, a nightmare — not just the weekend, Thursday as well. But there's a sign of hope: Markt (sic), the restaurant at 9th and 14th, is being evicted. Rumor is a retailer is coming in. Could it be that restaurants will be forced out by retailers who can pay even higher rent, thereby reducing the nightlife? Hopefully, Markt will be replaced by a Ralph Lauren flagship so I can just go ahead and kill myself (or move).
    The rumors of Markt's demise have not been exaggerated. With the closing of adjacent actual meatpacker Western Beef, that whole corner is set to be remade into a glittering retail/office chunk. No word on exact timing, but definitely kill-or-be-killed (or move) time for neighborhood holdouts. More »
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    Principal Hells: The Rough Guide to Soho House

    In early 2003, a Brit named Nick Jones stumbled upon the cobblestone streets of the Meatpacking District, an area still just dirty enough to give the impression of "authenticity." It was here that he decided to create an outpost of his private London club, Soho House. In its beginnings, the members-only venue was actually a desirable place to be. From a May, 2003 piece in the Guardian's travel section focusing on the Meatpacking District, which is described as the place where — and it all seems quaint now — "grit meets glamour": More »
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    Principal Hells: Florent, Hogs & Heifers, Pastis

    Now that we've given you an overview and a history as part of our weeklong tirade versus New York's Meatpacking District, we'll spend a little time focusing on a few of the worst local offenders. Let's begin with a trio of establishments that have each contributed substantially to the Meatpacking's rise, for good or ill. And by good, of course we mean more ill. The venues in question are French diner-bistro Florent (established 1985), Romper Room dive bar Hogs & Heifers (1992), and infinitely repeatable/exportable brasserie prototype Pastis (2002). After the jump, comparison, contrast, and condemnation. More »
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    Meatpacking District: The Video Overture

    And because we couldn't make the case just with boring old words, enjoy the above teaser for forthcoming video clips of Meatpacking District inhabitants, exhibiting natural behavior in their normal, reprehensible environment. Much more later, but this should give you an idea of the pain and suffering we endured to bring you this exclusive material.
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    Being a History of the Meatpacking District

    Approx. 4500 B.C.: Lenape tribe settle in New York area, shun Meatpacking District as "too canoe & kayak." More »
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    Hit Piece: Meatpacking District

    No one in New York needs to be told to stay away from the Meatpacking District, that little slice o' damnation by the Hudson just below 14th Street. Why, then, does the place continue to pulse like Sodom, Gomorrah, and the Las Vegas Strip all rolled into a giant distasteful enchilada? The obvious answer — especially if you spend time there — is that the Meatpacking District is increasingly populated by tourists hailing not just from outside Manhattan, but outside New York, or even outside New Jersey. Of course, there's still plenty of local lookie-loos and eager guidos who call the Meatpacking District their second home most every weekend night. They don't even realize that most of their brethren have already moved eastward to befoul what's left of Rivington Street. Therefore, as a public service, we're passing along the only message worth hearing about the Meatpacking District: Stay away. Get out. Don't go. It's that simple. All this week, we'll beat this drum till it carries beyond Manhattan, to the ears that most need to hear the warning. More »
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