⌚️ Flashback Friday: April 23rd, 2023

"Against all odds John Travolta wins the girl in the vibrating dress."

Last year I wrote a three-part series about “Catwalk” a snooty nightclub in the heart of New York’s Meatpacking District.

The conceit of the restaurant is that everyone enters along an elevated catwalk that runs over the top of a bar the length of a football field. You walk it – and you walk it alone – or you don’t come in. Once you’re in you get to sip ridiculously expensive drinks while judging everyone coming in after you.

New York City, Baby!

The New Yorker called 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."

Except that they didn’t because the restaurant doesn’t exist. In the first part I made the whole thing up. In the last of the three parts I described my own disastrous journey, but in the second I took a detour out to the Borough of Brooklyn — far, far from the Wall Street Jerks at the Catwalk.

I wrote about John Travolta’s immortal strut during the opening titles of Saturday Night Fever.

You kinda-sorta-haveta watch the clip first. And I recommend you put Stayin’ Alive on repeat and loud.

Here’s how it’s done, Wall Street Jerks.

An homage.

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