Gosh Almighty

I t has been one week since Gosh’s doors have been open in Chinatown, tucked unassumingly behind an old storefront on Mulberry Street in the old Juku space. Inside, the Downtown hordes are beckoned to three floors of excess, camp, and fine art. The details are something you’d hear Bill Hader hiss out as his famous SNL character “Stefon”: There are two confessional booths equipped with hired priests to absolve your sins in real time, servers you can spot by their uniforms of Adidas three-stripe track jackets, a signature cocktail called the “Sado Maso” with sotol and lemon juice (“because your tastebuds deserve a little punishment,” according to Gosh’s in-house zine), and gnomes… everywhere.