Lunch Is Long, Life Is Short at The Modern: Review

Days when you’re squashed underground in a subway car and the guy next to you starts trimming his nose hair, it’s nice to be reminded that New York City can be magnificent.

When the dining room at The Modern is full of light, go sip cold Champagne by the windows looking out onto the Museum of Modern Art’s courtyard. In front of the dimpled bronze sculptures, there are kids taking selfies, a man in a leather-banded fedora with the latest David Mitchell novel, and women in red lipstick and silk scarves strolling arm in arm along the marble terrace. Give it an hour or two here, cozying up to sweet potato gnocchi under velvet petals of white truffle, and you’ll get the feeling that New York is the greatest place in the world. And yeah okay, maybe it isn’t, but that’s the magic of a long lunch.