There is one redeeming thing about the current New York Penn Station – it’s Penn Sushi. They have great inari sushi. I always stop in to see the very friendly staff and pick up sushi whenever I travel by train. As for the rail station, it’s a joke.
The large photographs of the original New York Penn Station posted around today’s Main Concourse just baffle me. One shows the original Main Concourse, with its steel and glass vaulted ceiling, the stairways down to the tracks portals to adventure. Another shows the entry hall off of Seventh Avenue. I wonder whose decision it was to place those photos there, and what were they thinking. Was the idea to undo the destruction, to remind people that they should consider themselves in a place of great architectural history – but so sorry we let it go? The demolition of Penn Station in 1963 was known at the time to be an irretrievable loss to the fabric of New York, and it paved the way for the preservation of Grand Central Terminal (which rail building would you have rather saved?). How long did it take for the modernism of the new train station to lose its sheen? Are those photographs supposed to make us feel better about our temporary rat-like existence in the current building bearing the name Penn Station?