Picture yourself on set of Bravo’s hypothetical new show Americas Next Top Masseuse. They build an uber-slick marble and stone spa, fully equipped with wood paddle ceiling fans, sparkling tiles, cushy couches and private cabanas. The manufactured sound of running water mixed in with an old Dido track off Ultra Chilled Volume 2 set the sonic mood. Are two Amazon women going to come out from behind the curtain and give me the massage of a lifetime? Nope, I’m about to get dinner at Travertine. Bummer.
Situated on the southern end of Nolita, Travertine feels incredibly out of place. It would make more sense in the meat packing district, and even there it would be extreme. I’m sure there are people out there who’d enjoy this kind of setting; they just checked into the Gansevoort Hotel, already have reservations at Spice Market for dinner and definitively don’t read Immaculate Infatuation. If the food was amazing I wouldn’t be as hard on Travertine as I am, but the best dish we tasted all night was an homage to the specialty of the restaurant located there before they took over the space. The bottom line: don’t waste your time or money. There are way better options in the city.

