Sifton Soundtracks: Bar Basque b/w Huey Lewis & The News, "Hip to be Square"

Anchower, Sifton Soundtrackswise, I know. A DM exchange with the man himself has egged the Cod back into his self-appointed, yet sadly neglected task of sharing appropriate music to listen to while you read Sifton's restaurant review. With Bar Basque, Sifton makes it easy on the Cod, if tough on himself. He drops an uno on Bar Basque. Bar Basque is a Chodorow jawn, and longtime Cod readers will remember that Chodorow is fucking crazy. Dude took out a full page ad in DI/DO  to respond to Bruni's pan of his samurai steakhouse. Chodorow would seem to be for the restaurant critics what the student you enjoy hearing stories about, but hope you won't end up having to teach is for fessers. (Aside to grassoppers -- this never happens.) 

In any case, Sifton digs the chow:

Served after a platter of acorn-fed, free-range Iberico ham — an amazing flavor, nutty, elegant and rare — it makes for fine eating. Coming after that and a pile of sweet razor clams bathed in olive oil and wine, with a glass of greenish-gold Verdejo, cool and honeyed with spiciness well suited to the garlic and richness that stands up to the fish, then it is something quite a bit more. It is a refined taste of the Basque country in a city that has never properly embraced that pleasure.

However, Sifton does not dig the vibe: 

Bar Basque is a strange, glass-walled and tube-shaped spaceship on the second floor of the new Eventi Hotel in Chelsea, with a view of a jumbo television screen across the alley park behind it. Red and black and clattery, with a substantial, low-seating lounge area that vibrates with dinkadinkadinka club music and the repressed desire of hotel guests traveling with hard-body work associates, it could appear in a sequel to Bret Easton Ellis’s “American Psycho.”

Hard-body work associates? Anyway, no need for "dinkadiknkadinka club music," (does Sifton have a bootleg of the long-lost Paul Anka dubstep project?) The American Psycho nod makes the soundtrack automatic, thanks to this scene. (You can watch it here, if axmurdering yuppies are S for your W. Chodorow and Huey Lewis -- what could possibly go wrong: