Never been to this place. Never planned on it. Anyway. Pretty brutal write-up. Like!
"[T]here’s little interest in conjuring a Prohibition-era ambience — or really much ambience of any kind."
While free of trite preciousness like gold damask wallpaper and birdcages, Pouring Ribbons’ plain décor and unflattering lighting offer minimal atmospherics.
And the description of the crowd:
A step above the Murray Hill bar crawl. Women wore Ann Taylor pashminas and matching cardigans, riding coats and corduroy blazers. Men looked comfortably frumpy in college hoodies, big button-downs and boot-cut denim. It’s an after-work congregation for those who have outgrown Bud Light-doused happy hours.