Showing posts with label Murray Hill. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Murray Hill. Show all posts

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Daily Candy: Hair Party 24 Hours Beauty Salon

OK, so I am a slacker this week. I am borrowing another one from Daily Candy. But I couldn't pass it up, it's so good.

Wax Around the Clock
Hair Party 24 Hours Beauty Salon

Notice how most places open 24 hours a day 365 days a year — casinos, brothels, precincts, McDonald’s — are the kind that get you in trouble.
The one to get you out of it? Hair Party 24 Hours, a new Murray Hill Korean spa and salon where you can make the most of your preening hours — be they in the still of the night or break of day.
We tried a 5 a.m. pedicure for an 8 a.m. flight, a 9 a.m. blowout for a 1 p.m. meeting, and a 2 a.m. wax for a 3 a.m. booty call. Even tested an eyebrow shaping.
It’s not a total steal (what is?), but service is swift, efficient, and skilled. Wine and champagne get you in the mood for whatever’s next.
Like getting into trouble.
Hair Party 24 Hours, 76 Madison Avenue, at 28th Street (212-213-0056 or hair24hours.com).

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Death of A(nother) Neighborhood?













I've been living in "Grey Box" since 1997 - that's the area between Gramercy Park and Murray Hill with no name. When I moved in it was pretty much a shite-hole. People sleeping in the foyer, by-the-hour hotels down the block, drug fronts, goat meat wholesalers, ladies of the night, The Sunflower was a greasy spoon dive diner, and all the bars were either Irish pubs or completely non-descript (aside from The Rodeo). It was pretty dire, but I thought it was swell. I'm not going to romanticize and tell you it was great, but it was what it was. And slowly over the years, and seemingly in hyper speed the past year it has turned into...

THE UPPER EAST SIDE (insert shrieks and screams of terror here)

There are now 10 "Sex and the City"/frat bars within the three blocks North of my street, not counting an 11th - a wine bar opening in the very near future (Cavatappo). Here are photos of the offenders, and some of my least favorite public houses in town. And I live among them all. Sigh...