Mission Review

March 12, 2003 Shep and I finally hit Mission last night, crossing the virtual picket line we'd erected for ourselves a few weeks earlier. (What's a little moral ambiguity on a cold night too late in the winter?) We knew from the second we stepped through the door into a spinning "Mission" logo projected on the floor that we'd entered into another world... the Upper East Side. The space is velvety and comfortable, in that uptown way, and the bartender was fake friendly, in that uptown way. One difference from the uptown scene: At midnight, we were the only two people in the place. We filled the void by envisioning the room six months hence when Mission has been discovered by its target demographic (guess who) and the place is wall-to-wall people. And we wept. (N.B. Citysearch user review: "Mission adds flava to the hood. Destined to be the Bowery's hippest neighbour, don't pass this one up - next door is the real Bowery Mission for added cred." 'Nuf sed.)