On our national day of mourning for Dolly Parton, here is some fun, distracting ephemera. |
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Photo-Illustration: YouTube/Netflix; YouTube/Netflix; YouTube/CW |
Yesterday, Hulu announced that Not Suitable for Work, Mindy Kaling’s entry in the “comedy about 20-somethings trying to make it in the big city” competition, would not get a second season. I enthused about NSFW way back in the day (two months ago) after spending a weekend in its pleasant, unchallenging company. Ingenues Ella Hunt and Avantika Vandanapu have star quality, so I’m not worried about their odds of moving on to bigger and better things. I am worried about the character actors, though. Victor Garber was great as a pompous PBS host, and Judy Gold was spectacular as his beleaguered producer. If anyone is casting a Victor Garber type or a Judy Gold type … this is your sign.
Loosely related! A Dinner Party reader writes, “Why haven’t you talked about Sterling Point? It’s making me mad.” Reader, I take your concerns seriously. I’m listening and learning, and as soon as I run out of episodes of Furious, I’ll be watching.
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Charlotte Druckman reports today from the city’s upper reaches, where century-old temples of brunch are adopting Gen-Z-bait marketing strategies that leave some lifelong customers slightly bewildered. Barney Greengrass is the latest such business to have merch, and a fourth-generation Greengrass is to blame: Moe, the NYU-attending, 19-year-old son of owner Gary. |
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This is the demographic he believes would be primed to visit an outpost of Barney Greengrass in Miami, Vegas, Dallas — or lower Manhattan, where wants to open branches of his great-grandfather’s flagship … provided his dad lets him.
“I want to be the Nobu of breakfast,” Moe says before mentioning hotels, a night club, and Sushi Club, the streetwear brand started by Nobu Matsuhisa and designer Chris Stamp that hosts pop-ups and collaborates on limited-edition products with companies including Nike and the Gap. Gary is supportive of the clothes, sold under the 1908 label, but less sure about Moe’s suggestion to integrate AI into all back-end operations (Gary remains adamant about sending handwritten notes to his customers reminding them to place their orders for the Jewish high holidays).
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While pandering to influencers is a legitimate path to survival, maybe Moe should graduate from college before implementing some of these schemes. |
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We New Yorkers should all bookmark Cassie Hurwitz’s guide to moving in New York, which identifies some pain points you’ve already thought of and some you haven’t. The top tip here, if you can afford it: Hire someone to pack and unpack your things. If you pack yourself, you run the risk of using packing as an opportunity to get all rigorously Marie Kondo. Then you’ll get stuck for hours on whether to throw out one stupid bit of stuff. Follow that thread too far and you might end up deciding to move to an ashram and give away all your possessions! Instead, skip that step and get someone else to just throw your garbage into boxes and relocate those boxes to different closets where you can peacefully continue never, ever thinking about what’s in them. It might cost $3,000, but you know what’s priceless? Peace of mind.
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Mourn, reflect, and listen to Trio. |
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A weekly dispatch on the cultural discourse. |
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