Rhetoric on the Town

Today I visited Café Patachou and my local Marsh. Patachou is a small café near my house, and Marsh is just down the street as well. Patachou sells itself as quaint and homey, but it has four other locations, making its small-town feel seem unauthentic. Marsh, off of 146th Street, has recently undergone remodeling, and now defiantly looks like it belongs in Carmel. The inside has a mural of cows grazing, which I snuck a picture of. It came out a little blurry because, as I was taking it, an employee started walking towards me. I got out of there as soon as possible. For my pictures, I wanted to capture Patachou’s false homeliness and Marsh’s pretentiousness. Patachou was difficult because it’s hard to present the essence of something in a simple picture. Marsh, on the other hand, was a quick run inside and outside, and one can still easily see that Marsh is selling itself as an oasis of pork loin, Wheaties, and $11 wine to Carmel moms with red nails.