Sadly, truth in advertising doesn’t apply to venues.
Or the Great Northern Food Hall would be in danger of being busted.
It’s not great.
It’s actually at the southern end of Grand Central.
There is food. It appears to be Scandinavian inspired.
There are drinks (and cocktails). They come in bottles and are (mostly) not Scandinavian.
There are Danishes and croissants, neither of which originated from where you think they did and Denmark (where Claus Meyer the entrepreneur behind GNH hailed from) never comes into the story.
There is a porridge bar, because you never know when you’ll be on 42nd Street craving porridge. And not to be kvetching too much, but once again is Denmark the first country that comes to mind when you hear the word porridge?
Didn’t think so.
There are smørrebrødens, which, phew, are Danish open-faced sandwiches and each is a little work of art (and priced accordingly). Maybe it was my imagination but as I passed a pre-made smørrebrød it seemed to me that the corners of the bread were curling up as it’s prone to do when you make smaller versions (hors d’œuvres) before a party. Because they’re topless it may not be the best on-the-run or balancing on your lap snack.
Tide stick anyone?
There is coffee. Known to be a big cash crop in Scandinavia.
This is from Brownsville Coffee in Brownsville Brooklyn (which isn’t even in the northern part of Brooklyn).
There is a bar. You might need a drink.
This is a project seven months in construction. Like Vanderbilt Hall, a food hall highly anticipated by those of us who pass through Grand Central, hungry and on the move.
Like Vanderbilt Hall, a letdown.
The Accidental Locavore isn’t sure why the owners of Grand Central (and no, you can’t blame this on Metro North, tempting as it might be) thought that turning it into a Nordic theme park was a brilliant idea.
Besides Great Northern, there’s a hot dog sausage bar and a very fancy restaurant with $100-$125 tasting menus. If spending that much on sunflower seeds and more of that porridge seems like a better deal than a cheap seat to Hamilton, be my guest.
My bet is that Hamilton will be around much longer than smørrebrød at Grand Central.