In my first few visits to Buddakan, one of the flashiest restaurants in Manhattan, I thought I'd taken in every twist and turn of the kaleidoscopic labyrinth it inhabits, every little detail.
But it wasn't until I went there recently with someone in a wheelchair that I noticed, just inside the entrance, an odd door to the left. It opened onto what looked like an empty closet and turned out to be a tiny elevator. That's where my companion was steered, and that's how she got around the four steep steps that others climb from the host station to the tables on the restaurant's upper level.
With a modest column of space, an unremarkable bit of engineering and an ascent of less than 10 feet, Buddakan had given her a path to a meal and an experience like any other diner's.
Or had it?
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Source - New York Times
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