1. Basement of Baby Gap on 6th Ave. It is a wholly depressing little space. They call it the nursing room. It's like wood veneer is ganging up on you and beating you to a pulp. [there is a joke there somewhere] To say that the design is horribly depressing is an understatement. As my decoration mentor, the Scottsman would say in his very proper British accent and creaky 80-year old voice, "J^&* Ch$%*, it makes me want to gouge out my f&*(^ eyes. Could they at least be bothered to provide ONE comfortable chair?"
2. Babys 'R Us, Union Square. They are totally focused on providing a great place to change your infant. They also try to shake you down for every last penny before you walk out the door. I saw them selling a baby wipe warmer. A wipe warmer? Really? REALLY? As for the decoration? It's fine. The plastic-coated upholstery makes me feel like I'm in some sort of institution of health, but otherwise, it is as boring as all get out.
3. Firefly. I feel sort of bad about this one. We were out with our cousins last weekend and hit Firefly for happy hour after a long day of walking and eating. It was Saturday night and we were the only people in the back room. Since no one was around, I went over to one of the banquettes and changed Millie's diaper. I made it back to my seat before my beer got warm. The closest thing to diaper-changing perfection that I've ever had. The decor was a cool, slick, NYC-sports bar look. There were great light fixtures and the poor back bartender was a good sport about chucking the dirty diaper. I think it is safe to say he's never had to deal with that before. Unfortunately, considering the number of guests there on a Saturday night, I fear this little gem may disappear from the Soho firmament before long.
