Enjoy this gorgeous time-lapse video of our photo booth from Absurdity at the McKittrick. Did you spot yourself?
Enjoy this beautiful stop motion video by Emilie Baltz of Dali arriving at Absurdity at the McKittrick.
“Some nights out in New York remind you why you moved here in the first place, and when you get invited to a decadent night of clandestine eating at the fictional McKittrick Hotel, home of Sleep No More, featuring unlimited booze, unlimited porchetta and more than a little nudity, you realize that’s one of them.” Thank you Food Republic for getting exactly what we set out to create, and for the beautiful photos.
Grub Street’s glorious 50-photo slideshow – did you spot yourself?
Untapped Cities described Absurdity as a “surrealistic feast at The McKittrick Hotel”, with a wonderful write-up and photos to prove it.
Metro praised Absurdity as “an absorbing, multisensory experience.”
Edible Manhattan ate, drank and danced the night away at Absurdity.
Beautiful words and photos by blogger extraordinaire Devour Mi.
Enjoy our beautiful trailer one more time.
There’s more to come, but here’s a taste of what went down and what you may have missed…
Last night, somewhere around 6.30pm, cauliflowers scattered from a cab on West 27th St. Gorgeous, semi-naked mermaids emerged, pushed out of the way by an angry Spaniard wearing a wetsuit and a snorkel mask. Wait, that wasn’t just any Spaniard. That was Salvador Dali, shoving his way through the line into The McKittrick Hotel.
And so began Absurdity at the McKittrick, the official launch of Underground Eats, set in 1939, on the eve of the World’s Fair. For months we had been scheming the ultimate party for our members, of a kind never seen before, with producer Michael Cirino of a razor, a shiny knife, and The Noble Rot‘s Jonny Cigar. An ode to the glory days of New York and to surrealism, our aim was to excite guests at every turn with unique culinary experiences, period cocktails and live theatrics.
Inside, the hotel’s reception desk was covered in a cornucopia of fresh lobsters and shrimp; at its centerpiece, a naked Venus, bequeathed in seaweed and eels. By her side, an oyster shucker opened briny Naked Cowboy oysters for 375 sartorially-perfect guests.
Guests enjoyed small bites prepared by Chef Marc Murphy, such as seared beef cubes with horseradish powder, smoked salmon seaweed blini with caviar, and mushroom and goat cheese profiteroles with burnt sage. Bloody Mary cocktail carts rattled through the crowd, summoning guests for a drink. Some ducked into the charcuterie corner for a nibble of foie gras, head cheese and paté. Others hovered by the Manderley Bar, tapping their toes to the Gelber & Manning band. On the way to explore yet another room, guests helped themselves to jars of pickled vegetables that lined the walls.
Speaking of sartorially perfect, Zac Young stole the show wearing a 1930′s-style bathing suit, complete with beach ball, Johnny Iuzzini looked as dapper as ever, and Rob McCue incorporated an eye patch into his outfit, as only Rob could.