Imagine Central Park reduced to the space of an art gallery: people sprawling on the (fake) grass, dogs walking, children screaming. I was lured into the
pop-up park in Nolita by the idea of food trucks and indoor warmth and murals of greenery, but I was disappointed (there was only one food truck, and the space was too claustrophobic for me). But I did get to sample an Irish coffee cupcake (very nice) from
Robicelli’s, so that was something.
