Rush-To-Judgment Review: The Continental Midtown
It was only a few days ago that some friends were sitting around at the O.G. Continental for brunch, when one of us opined: Jesus Christ, what’s with all the butterfaces they have staffing this place these days? It’s true: Time was, you had to be like ungodly put-together to even be pushing the crumb brush in there. Nowawdays, it looks like a friggin’ audition taping for Blind Date. So we were relieved when we saw that the Ol’ Starrman has just recycled all his hotties to his new Continental Midtown. Which is fair enough, I guess, but still seems to say something kind of depressing about how this city is losing all its most vapid and gorgeous people to God knows where. Thanks, wage tax! Otherwise, it was just like whatever. Same menu. Same drinks. Same cackling secretaries. It looks nice, though. Go Steven, go Steven, it’s your birthday.
PhillyLunchBox: Annoying Whiners Will HATE Continental Midtown!
Related: Fuck Steven Starr! (Dan Gross)
