🐈‍⬛ Catwalk

The New Yorker calls the city's infamous new restaurant "searing and libidinous theater... a magnificent humiliation," The New York Post "a failed model's career in one night." I walked it.

From its opening night six weeks ago, the Catwalk rules have been straightforward: everyone walks the runway. You can’t get into the restaurant any other way. There’s no “back door” into the downstairs nightclub. There’s no walking the runway with the security of somebody at your side. God or mortal, male or female, guests must be willing to walk alone through the lights and fans of the elevated catwalk that run the jaw-dropping length of its 70-yard cocktail bar. Even the owners.

By the end of the evening, you have lived through an evening of subtle and not so subtle humiliations - from your groveling to get in to the chef’s rejection of your wine pairing. For the first time since Alexander Hamilton founded The New York Post, Page Six has a better description of a Manhattan social event than The New Yorker.

“An evening at Catwalk is to understand how brutal it is to be a failed model in New York City.”

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Two parallel cocktail bars run the entire length of the windowless room. Between th…