NOW you can see "the name."
Never too humble for posterity.
On the plus side, there were two rooms of work by Richard Serra! That's a $500.00 White boot for scale. (Well, they're $250.00 each.)
Always larger-than-life. About 20 feet square.
It's lead. You could feel the toxicity in the air. Almost as creepy as Tommy Hilfiger. No, no, wait. I mean Freddy Kreuger!
Appreciating cultural diversity....
Then there was In Situ. Billed, by the docent overseeing the cafeteria upstairs as "fine dining," what you see below was their $14.00 "hamburger." Called The Apocolypse, it was a teensy chunk of beef encased by an edible, charcoal briquette-esque with a texture that evoked memories of a chimichanga. We'd've sent it back but didn't want to wait for the alternative.
I had the Lamb Manti. It was three SMALL portions of stringy lamb delicately embraced within some wide noodles...an multi-ethnic rigatoni, or some such. The flavor was okay, but at twenty-two bucks it was a rip. I'll get revenge through TripAdvisor. Our complaints elicited offers of a post apocalypse coffee, but it took prompting to get her to add the word "complimentary."