An acquaintance suggested that I have dinner at Park Avenue Winter.
I had never heard of Park Avenue Winter, but since the demise of my fiancée Elayne I miss a foodie in my surroundings.
The food at Park Avenue Winter was good, not spectacular but good. The wines were overpriced and the service was accurate but nothing more than that. Most disappointing was the absence of effective heating. Park Avenue Winter was the coldest restaurant I’ve been to since my days in Nagarkot, Nepal.
Perhaps cold restaurants are in fashion, or it’s all in the name: a restaurant that is called Park Avenue Winter cannot turn up the heating of course.
But despite the cold the evening was perfectly enjoyable.