Fulton Market ghost town
A brief walk down Fulton Street last night lends anecdotal support to Monica Eng’s story today on the city’s slumping restaurant industry. Scene: Eight-thirty, Thursday, a brisk autumn evening. Fulton Lounge: Dead. Follia: Two tables. Otom: Three tables. Moto: Who the hell knows. The windows are opaque, I guess to protect you from the laser. … Continued