Quick, New Yorkers, if I blindfold you and drop you off in front of a storefront with a red awning that reads Balthazar, will you know where you are? Soho, of course. And if I whisk you away to Stonewall Inn? Duh, Greenwich Village. But what if instead, I plonked you in front of Blank Street Coffee, with no other road signs in sight? Would you be able to orient yourself? Of course not, because New York City is now riddled with 40 of them, each of them a bland duplicate of the other. M&G... Read this story
