I very rarely get to enjoy nice (read: expensive) restaurants, and when I do, it’s usually because someone else is paying,
That’s pretty much the reason I was able to dine at the Park Avenue Grill, 1 Park Avenue, in the eerie Skirvin Hotel. You see, my friend Jerry Bennett is their artist-in-residence this year and, in exchange for his professional comic-art impressing both locals and travelers alike, he gets a modest stipend—and with that a few meals a month at said Park Avenue Grill.
Do they have a deal like this for writers too?
I had never been to the Skirvin before, but with the feel of a haunted New York hotel from the 1930s, the lobby seems like a step almost too far back in time for my tastes—I almost felt like I should have entered in through the kitchen. As we made a right turn into the famed five-star eatery, a creepy stillness surrounded the empty place as we sat down, seemingly all alone in the restaurant.