The food here is good, but won't change your life, and the wine list is hit or miss (except the white Turkish wine, Cankaya, is good and sort of novel), but hardscape-wise this is arguably one of the most beautiful restaurant gardens in New York City.
It used to be a water holding facility, and metal drums once used for storage have been sliced lengthwise for interior seating and made into sculptures for the patio. This use of the materials--which are redefined in each new area-- creates a flow from the interior to outside. The ironwork details are at once playful--patterns of polka-dots get echoed from the wall adornment to cut-outs for lights in the steps. But the colors--a bright cadmium orange and flat, minty green are bold and very contemporary.
Except for the tropicals, the plant material has not gotten a lot of attention. (A friend of mine, an artists and web designer no less, once told me that when it came time to plant her garden, she went to Home Depot and bought whatever wasn't dead. That will separate the hearty from the frail.)
But at My Moon, despite the marigolds gasping for life in the windowboxes, nighttime in this patio is just magical. There is even a nearby ailanthus tree grows in Brooklyn, is frequently back-lit at night. By daytime, it's scrawny and misshapen, but at night its shadow cast against an industrial brick wall is ethereal.
