This fall marks the 25th anniversary since the premiere of Friends, the eternally popular sitcom about six wise-cracking vaguely beautifully people who live in a vague-like NYC and who all seem vaguely to be in their twenties and thirties.
I remember watching the very first episode the night it premiered so the fact that it's not a quarter-of-a-century old makes me feel, well, old as F.
Friends was a great show but not a great NYC show -- the city existed merely as literal window-dressing, none of the characters looked or acted like real New Yorkers, they lived in apartments they couldn't have possibly afforded, and the show barely seemed to even acknowledge the city at all. Honestly, they should have just set the show in LA -- it would have been more accurate.
That hasn't stopped some people in this city from cashing in on the Friends NYC connection -- this fall there will be a "pop up experience" in SoHo that recreates the world of the show -- Central Perk, the apartment, the whole thing. If you want to part with your money for this, be my guess. And if you feel later on that you were gypped ...
... I'll be there for you.
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